Yesterday, after sauntering along that same road for over 10 years, we presently noticed a small road leading off that we had passed so many times without giving it any thought. After a few minutes what we found was a 13th century forlorn little church, a wayside shelter and oratory, battered doors dangling from broken hinges, broken windows wafting out the smell if death, collapsing walls, rusty iron cross hacked by storms and neglect.
Ways no longer trodden by the great white oxen or the cloven foot.
