St John's, Mickleover

When I'm with Mum in Derby, she likes me to walk over to church with her on Sunday morning. We try to time our arrival just as the service is ending; she isn't able to sit through it these days, but does like to keep in touch with the rest of the congregation. This church has been part of her life for the last 50 years or so, since we first moved to Mickleover in the 1960s; it hadn't yet been built when we arrived, so she's seen it grow, evolve and change right from its beginnings.