Continuing our visit to the "Queen of the Marshlands," St. Peter's in Walpole.
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East end glass, not terribly old, but nice |
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A griffin in the quire |
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A dozen 14th century paintings of saints before the altar |
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On the south (starboard) aisle, these pews, facing the main section...strangely
weird |
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But nice carving |
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Candidly, there were droppings everywhere, concentrated mostly in the chancel;
does survival of the species mean that every @#$%&? individual has to survive?!
Why not build a few bat-houses? I would not permit my children to enter this building... |
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Outside |
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To the greater glory, etc. |
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So, I thought He [sic] created the whole @#$%&@# universe;
so why is this little bat-shit-infested acre holy? Just sayin' |
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Outside, here's the chancel, rising up...notice how the windows get smaller...
anyhow, lower right is the "bolt-hole," a covered passage-way beneath the
altar; speculation has it there was an important processional path around this
way, and they didn't want to move it with the building of the extended chancel |
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Inside the Decorated bolt-hole, 10 or 12 bosses, etc.; prior to 1348, these people
didn't do anything on the cheap |
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The usual... |
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