Reflecting On A Church Within A Church

Today we took the relatively short trip back to the delightful village of Shoreham - with its three pubs, two tearooms and, as we were to discover on this visit, its own vineyard.
Once we arrived we decided to opt for The Samuel Palmer as our hostelry of choice for our refreshment needs but as the village's streets are narrow and already populated by parked cars we had to park about half a mile away and then walk back down the hill, which was absolutely no hardship at all on such a glorious sunny and blue-skied day albeit there was definitely still a chill in the air.
The pub is named after the painter, etcher and printmaker Samuel Palmer who lived in the village for ten years in a rundown cottage whilst capturing the surrounding countryside. He'd starting painting churches from the age of twelve and by fourteen, in 1819, his precocious talent has led him to having Turner-inspired works being exhibited at the Royal Academy despite him having very little training or formal schooling.
The pub dates back to the 15th Century and is gloriously atmospheric inside with low ceilings, a plethora of beams and plenty of nooks and crannies, one of which we managed to squeeze ourselves into as it was surprisingly busy for an early Friday lunchtime. We had a couple of small plates between us and a pint of Spanish lager each as we soaked up the historic atmosphere and the warmth from a very welcome nearby open fire.
It was then time to head back out for a stroll through the village but first we took a quick detour to the village's beautiful church of St Peter and St Paul's. Unfortunately, I was still having trouble finding any images that I was happy with so whilst my brother took some shots in the churchyard I headed inside to concentrate on the interior.
I was still struggling to get any shots I liked until I came across the depiction of a church you can see in my main image with glorious light from the nearby stained glass windows, one of which you can see in my extra, reflected on to it and a stone pillar in the background.
We then started to stroll back up the hill towards the top of the village when we discovered that down a narrow side street the village actually has its very own vineyard with a cafe, shop and restaurant - I'm not sure how we managed to miss it entirely on our last visit! As w'd already been fed and watered we've made a note to frequent it on a future visit.
When we reached the top of the hill where we were happy to discover that one of the tearooms - the utterly charming and minuscule Honey Pot - was open and had a really good strong cappuccino whilst reviewing the shots we'd taken.
I still don't think I've done this lovely little village justice yet - my images so far have been of a pub wall, a depiction of a church within a church and a stained glass window - so on any return I'm determined to attempt to do better at capturing some of its essence. It was still a thoroughly enjoyable micro trip though!