We discovered this slowly subsiding church in a little Lincolnshire village today when we went exploring, looking for a pub in which to have Sunday lunch. I was really struck by how ancient it looks, and how stark it is just sitting there, sinking on the village green. It made me think of Doctor Who and the Daemons, and all that running about at Devil’s End, chased by mardy Morris Dancers.
I think this church is going to have to feature in a Newbury & Hobbes story at some point. Something about dark things brewing in caverns beneath the village and all the villagers up to no good.