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Two bell ropes hang in the tower of Holy Trinity church, Little Ouseburn, North Yorkshire. To the right is the ladder access to the belfry.  Books with a religious theme sit on the shelf in the window.  The temptation to pull on one of the ropes is tempered by the ‘sacredness’ of the space.

—Stephen—

Ladder….

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I found this arrangement to access the tower/belfry in a local church.  The use of a ‘modern’ wooden ladder is not so unusual, but I’ve not seen a ladder like the dark wooden one here (I presume the rail/rung ladder replaces it, for health and safety reasons).   I’ve had a wander round the web to find whether there is a specific name for this type of ladder, but with no luck, does anyone have an idea?

In my local area, it’s pretty hit and miss whether a church is open or not (too many thieves/vandals around), but even those that are open have restrictions to prevent people getting into the belfry.  Obviously, this is to ensure safety, but I suspect there is also a case for keeping them closed to prevent disturbance to any bats that might be roosting/hibernating.

—Stephen—

Church Door

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The priest’s side door of the church in Hunsingore.  The header for this post gives a remote view of the church. (The name ‘Hunsingore’ really appeals to me, seems very romantic.)  Hunsingore is a small village in the county of North Yorkshire.  The church is very ‘Gothic’ but is not particularly old, 1868.

—Stephen—

A New Friend

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On a recent visit to Byland Abbey, North Yorkshire. this Border Collie appeared from nowhere and promptly dropped her stick in front of us.  The missus, who is not made of as stern a stuff as me, couldn’t resist picking up the stick and chucking it….. instant ‘friend for life’.  For our entire visit, the young dog kept us entertained – yes, I was throwing the stick too! – so much so that we hardly looked at the ruins at all.  As we left, her owner drove up in his Land Rover and then disappeared down the side road opposite… and our new found friend disappeared at full pelt down the road behind him!   I have absolutely no doubt the sheepdog got its daily exercise from the various visitors to the Abbey …. and running down the road after her owner.   In the dim distant past of my youth, we had a Border Collie as a family pet and I can vouch for the fact that they will run and run and run and run and run.

—Stephen—

Smudges

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I was just working on some pictures for my other blog when I came across this shot which I took in a local church.  At the time I wondered what this mark on the wall was.  After some thought, my guess is that a candle or two has left some soot on the wall.  I’m not an artist myself but it seems to me there’s potential for an art project based on candle soot – I’m particularly taken by the graduated greys – almost looks as if something is trying to get out of the wall (too many late night horror films!)

 

—Stephen—

Tears

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During a recent trip to a local church on a rather wet and windy day, I noticed that the rain was working it’s way through slight gaps in the stained glass window at the south of the church tower and dripping on the war memorial beneath the window – to all intents and purposes, the drops looked like tears rolling down the stone.

The stone slab commemorates those who died during World War II,while the window carries a memorial to those who died in the First.  I see many local War memorials, installed to remember those parishioners who lost their lives during the two conflicts, but I seldom see the name of a woman – in this case that of Sister Eveline Mary Hodgson, who was a nurse – who died during the First World War.

—-Stephen—