Last time at das Boot I stopped at a village I sometimes drive through. If it had a village shop still, it would be perfect.
I visited the chapel. It was delightful from the outside.
One of my great aunts was christened Margaret Beatrice Etheldreda. She was always known as Tup, short for Tuppence. As the youngest daughter, my great grandfather called her his tuppenny bit.
The chapel was delightful on the inside too.
I loved its plain interior. The simplicity of the font.
The equal simplicity of the pulpit.
It was light and airy.
But solid too.
I walked around the outside and found ruins at the back. It seems there was a medieval priory there once.
I don’t know how big the weekly congregation is, but it is a place where man and nature seem to have reached an understanding.