I love roads which are gated. I remember, as a child, playing at being the level crossing gate keeper at Eggardon Hill in Dorset. Today I leapt out of Susan’s car, presumably no self-respecting bull would argue with the Vicar!
St Cuthbert’s church (NY890892) lies next to Dere Street, the old Roman road, up above the River Rede. Traditionally it one of the resting places of Cuthbert in 875. I have just found a blog about him – www.saintcuthbert.net – and remembered that Cuthbert’s body was taken from Lindisfarne by the monks when the Vikings arrived. They carried him round for seven years – eventually ending up at Durham. The Dere Street is an obvious route south. The plain chancel arch is probably the only surviving feature of the Norman church, and there are various other lumps of stone that certainly date back quite a few centuries.
The East End window is pretty naff Victorian – the altar frontal is lovely. Made by the boys of the Sunday School – which isn’t a phrase you often hear.
Memorials inside and out. What a gorgeous space to lie for eternity.