A tiny Norman chapel which entirely escaped the Reformation.
“Blyth is the kind of place to which a D. H. Lawrence hero might take a girl to terrify her with tales of damnation.”
From “one of the largest and most complete medieval murals in the country…the dead rise from coffins, naked except for the crown worn by a king.
A screen panel of St. Agatha, a martyr whose breasts were cut off.
It’s unfair of me to post on this stately church as I only arrived after twilight had set in, and the church was obviously locked, but if I’m going to make it to all thousand churches, night or day, I have to keep visiting! Across the street is an extraordinary National Trust Property, the Old Hall, one of the largest and best preserved medieval manor houses in England.