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Yesterday it was the open day at the Parish Church - in the town that my husband and I grew up in.
I was christened there, we were married there, and have attended countless marriages and funerals within its walls - and I also have more relatives in the churchyard than I still have alive!
The church is open each morning, but yesterday was an opportunity to go up the bell tower.
We all had a go at bell ringing. I didn't like to film up there but I have found a video of the bell ringers on YouTube at the open day last year (there are 8 ringers, but the video made last year only showed 4)
The church itself has a great history and was always a very important place. We did take lots more photos, but here are just a few.
Only my husband managed to go all the way to the top of the bell tower. Our son got half way but at that point the upward climb became a vertical metal ladder and then up through a hole in the masonry.
On the top collage you will see a photo of people waving - that was me, our son and a relative of mine whom we met up with by chance.
The sound of the Church bells was what we grew up with...


2 comments:
Thank you for the church bells. Our church still rings a bell on Sunday, and I like that sound.
Thank you... there is a wonderful sense of continuity about the sound of church bells. We only live a few extra miles out from where we grew up - but I really miss regularly hearing the bells X
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