I love going into churches, I’m not a Christian but I love visiting places of worship, so I also like temples, synagogues, meeting houses, they just fascinate me! We are so lucky in the United Kingdom that we have a long history of building such places, going right back to Stonehenge and beyond. My family hasn’t really the same interest but they patiently come with me, trailing round what they consider boring places while I ooh and aah. There was the time when we went to visit Ossian’s Grave near Cushendall in County Antrim. it was a vile day, heaving it down with rain and the children were only about three and four, but they patiently waited in the car while I wondered round what appeared to them a heap of old stones, absolutely in my element.
So it is no surprise to any of them, when I slip into a church as we visit a place of interest. One of the joys of English churches is stained glass, and in St Mary’s in Bridgwater, while my husband was looking at bits and bobs in an iron mongers, I nipped in. It was a lovely, graceful church, very old and full of interest; there has been a church on this site since the beginning of the twelfth century, but it has undergone many alterations since then. I wish I were a better photographer to capture the loveliness of the windows; the light came flooding in, painting the old stones with colour.