I passed the 'Seat' shop early this morning, before any of you were up, and decided that this would be an ideal Christmas present, for me! There were two reasons for this, one the colour yellow is the safest on UK roads it appears, and two, it was the cheapest car in the pound. A mere £5999, a snip for the rich amongst us. When I got home I checked the £2;34 in the savings account and at 0.001% a year I may soon be able to but this car myself, what?...oh.
I learned to drive in a Seat Ibiza and very nice it was too. A nice tight 'feel' to it, although the driving instructor did keep in it tip top condition, not counting the time yon lassie rammed it against the left hand side and scattered them across the road of course! He thinks of that still!
On the way I passed the setting up of a 'Boot sale.' You will all be aware of this, people driving, paying the man in charge a £5 note, setting up a small table or blanket, and selling all the junk in the house they wish to lose. I am told there are many bargains to be had but when I passed nothing had begun and I had no cash. Why these boot sales always occur early on a Sunday morning when I have other things to do I know not. Why not use a Saturday I ask? It would suit me and my piggy bank better? People are so selfish I find.
My Sunday ended in here, the first time I have been inside. I should say I took the picture earlier when the heat of the day had returned, chased away the mist and made the heart glad. These English churches fascinate me, it is very different in Scotland you see. Places like this go back hundreds of years and many bear traces of the events history has wrought on them. This was possibly began as a Saxon church and was developed as the town grew once the market began in 1199. Roman brick can be seen in places and the graveyard may well have been used by them and Saxons, though not at the same time! An unusual Anglican church this one, they appear to believe in God! Pews, arches, interesting things in corners I would have liked to look into, and as I sat pondering I pondered on the Victorians sitting stiffly in these pews, each in their place, the unwilling dissenters from the years of the reformation forced to attend unwillingly, the vicars who canny men that they were led the people wisely, the vicars from distant times who may not, and who may not even have been able to read that much! Pilgrims passing through, beadles using sticks to control 'rowdy youths,' a panoply of a thousand years of the towns history. As I was having difficulty following the sermon, acoustics not as good as I hoped and his speech a slight hindrance, I mused instead. Nice to be in such a place, in spite of the Anglican way of doing things.
Oh yes, and for collectors of doors we have this narrow item. I suppose this is used by those wishing to climb into the ancient tower, and those who each Monday practice ringing the bells. There is not much point in being a campanologist if you are too fat, says he taking his stomach of the table.
I told the vicar and he tolled the bell mate.
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