Who isn’t a sucker for lonely Norman churches with amazing views across Yorkshire?
It is in fact FAMOUS – having just featured in the TV series Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell. Strange hangs about outside it for his one true love – who won’t marry him becauase he’s a bit of a waster. (I won’t spoil what happens next.) Continue reading “St Mary’s, Stainburn, North Yorks”
Sometimes the only thing worth doing in the pouring rain is visiting ruined churches. St Mary’s had caught my eye from looking at an OS map of Pateley Bridge and on one wet afternoon I slid up the hill to explore it.
Continue reading “St Mary the Virgin, Pateley Bridge”
One of the joys of ‘church-searching’ is never quite knowing what you’ll find – from a shape on a map to a magnificent or indeed humble building, there will always be a glimpse of the past waiting for you.
Continue reading “St John the Baptist, Stanwick, North Yorks”
Whenever Wensleydale comes up in conversation, I trot out the old fact that it is the only one of ‘The Dales’ to be named after its town, rather than its river. (The river is the Ure, by the way.)
Until recently I had neither visited Wensley, nor its Dale. However, with the Churches Conservation Trust app to hand. I made a detour to do just that.
Continue reading “Holy Trinity Church, Wensley”
The place was called Fountains, where, at that
time and afterwards so many drank of waters springing
up to eternal life as from the fountains of the Saviour.
William of Newburgh, twelfth-century Augustinian canon
Western Range awaiting carollers
Continue reading “Fountains Abbey, North Yorkshire”
Whitby had been a familiar name to me since the module I studied on Anglo-Saxon England when I was at university. It stuck in my mind as the location of the Synod of Whitby, which in 664 AD decided the future flavour of the Northumbrian church. Would they be Roman, or Celtic, in outlook. St Hild, as the abbess of the dual monastery and nunnery caught my imagination. Women did stuff in the past!
The abbey stands on a headland, above the present day town on Whitby. In the seventh century, this was a separate settlement named Streaneshalc. What stands now, is an eleventh century rebuild inspired by the previous community that had dissipated under Viking attack. The original site would have been closer to what is the cliff edge today, behind picture of the abbey above.
I really enjoyed seeing the footprint of the first church laid out in the grass. It really helped to imagine how churches, cathedrals and abbeys expand beyond their original limits. Every religious building is a process, but it’s great when you can physically make the comparison.
But seriously, check out the vaulting! It’s pretty inspiring!
How are you doing, H Wrine?
Recently the Abbey has suffered with illegal metal detecting which is particularly selfish on the part of those illegal detectorists. The past belongs to us all and by denying finds to experts, they deny everyone the right to knowledge of this particular places past.