I was deeply moved by this medieval couple at rest. With the details all but worn away, only the suggestion of sleep remains. Peacefully they dissolve into oblivion, not effaced by the violent hands of Puritans, but by the gentle hand of time.
“The prominent steeple is almost 200 ft tall. While the tower is modest, the spire seems to shoot upwards like a rocket from behind its parapet, with no lucarnes or other interruptions. The spire is twice the height of the tower and the rest of the cruciform church serves chiefly as its launch pad.”