Walpole St. Peter, 2

Continuing our visit to the "Queen of the Marshlands," St. Peter's in Walpole.

East end glass, not terribly old, but nice

A griffin in the quire

A dozen 14th century paintings of saints before the altar

On the south (starboard) aisle, these pews, facing the main section...strangely
weird

But nice carving

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...

Outside

To the greater glory, etc.

So, I thought He [sic] created the whole @#$%&@# universe;
so why is this little bat-shit-infested acre holy? Just sayin'

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 

Inside the Decorated bolt-hole, 10 or 12 bosses, etc.; prior to 1348, these people
didn't do anything on the cheap

The usual...

Walpole St. Peter, 1

Our next stop after King's Lynn was another five-banger, the parish church of St. Peter, "the Queen of the Marshlands," in tiny Walpole.

Not sorted

South entrance

Please remove your "Pattens," (wooden shoes); this place is nearly as close to
Amsterdam as London

The old oak doors are original, 14th

Huge, ancient workbench on the porch

View from the porch; the carving within is wondrous

Nave view

Pew boxes

On the port aisle, these seriously smallish pews, hobbit-sized

Tin-lined rocker

To keep the priest dry during outdoor festivities

14th century/20th century

Hobbit door

Font and exquisite Gothic hood

Chancel view

Misericords not that great

Nonetheless...

King's Lynn: St. Nicholas Church

I was out walking in north Lynn Sunday afternoon (July 14th) and heard the bells start peeling, and I knew they were coming from the tall-steepled old church I had walked past the day before and wondered about: gates locked and all closed up but clearly as old and large as the main parish church, St. Margarets. By the time I had gotten to the bells, it was apparent the church was anything but disused. St. Nicholas was a "church of ease," that is, a church built for the convenience of those, in the north of town, for whom getting to St. Margaret's was a chore. Way back in the Middle Ages. This church of ease, like many others, presumably, became a "redundant" church in recent times, that is, decommissioned, and now cared for by local friends and by the Churches Conservation Trust. The bells rang throughout the time I was there and then for another hour or two after I had gotten back to the camper. In Jenkins' book it is a one-star church, definitely in the top one thousand. I thought rather more of it, but perhaps just in view of the scores of people around that afternoon, ringing the bells, and caring for the old, ancient, neighborhood church. The building is so large, and sufficiently hemmed in, I couldn't get a decent exterior picture. I did two videos of the peeling of the bells...and will post them to YouTube in due course.

Eleven pairs of hovering angels

Several burials bearing the name Cruso, but no relationship ever established with
Defoe

Through a slit window under the tower you could watch the men [sic] ringing
the bells