Today I wandered through Aspley Guise to the village church – St Boltolph’s. There has been a church on this site since 1223 with the current church tower built sometime between 1400 and 1650. For a small village church it is an impressive structure and, as with most English country churches, it has a graveyard around it with headstones dating back almost as far as the church.
As the light was fading (at 3pm) I wandered between the headstones taking photographs. I found myself thinking of that great piece of 18th century English literature – Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard.
“The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o’er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.”
I fear my “escape from the madding crowd” may have been interpreted by passing locals as a little strange given some of the unusual looks I received.