This is the church my dad most clearly remembers and it's easy to see why, it truly is magnificent. Except as a child, he remembers it as being on a hill. On Saturday, we may have walked up a bit of a slope, but not exactly a hill...
Since our visit we have made contact with Linda, who is the grand daughter of my dad's uncle, George Arthur Watkins, (daughter of his cousin Florrie nee Watkins). She sent us a photo of a wedding taken outside this wonderful church in 1955. It was the joint wedding of two daughters of my dad's mother's sister, Rebecca (nee Proffitt).
It's amazing that a I might be related to all those people pictured in the photo...
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