I’ve taken a too brief tour of the area around Hebden Bridge today, and in particular, been to Heptonstall where, at last, I have found a church I can like. It’s one that’s crumbling, decaying, and mostly gone.
Isn’t that lovely? Nothing left but old stone, like the bones of the church.
It was also weird to see that the entire area was paved with grave stones. Everywhere you walked, you were walking over corpses.
Some of the tombstones were quite elaborate…and creepy.
You may have heard of this one.
We left to drive through pretty Yorkshire countryside, like these fields near Stansfield.
And then, of course…tea and cake.
I had to end the day with a talk. It went OK, I guess.
All thanks to Richard Carter and Maureen Brian who organized everything!