Today dawned grey, wet, and bone-chillingly cold - not a day for working out in the wood or the garden.
I decided to go and photograph the ruins at Calceby.
I hold my hands up, it was probably a housework avoidance tactic.
St Andrew's Church, Calceby.
The last service held here was in 1692.
The church was constructed of chalk and dressed with local stone, which apparently means that the parish was not wealthy.
The ruins stand on a knoll near a deserted medieval village.
Opinions vary on why the village was abandoned - was it down to differences in farming practice and less need for farm labourers - or was it because of bubonic plague?
Bubonic plague decimated the population in villages just a mile or so away in 1631, so that could be a factor.
Rumour has it that there was a tunnel dug under the church - indeed a woman who spent her younger days just a little further down this hill, at the Grange, says that she discovered the exit, but was not allowed to try to dig to find the tunnel under the church!
Probably just as well given the perilous state of the ruins
All that remains is the Norman tower arch and some portions of outer walls.
I understand that when the church was abandoned the main doors were taken to a nearby village church, I'll go there and take a look when I get the chance.
This is the view from the church this morning - it was bitterly cold and drizzling!
The ruins viewed from the road...
..and this is the small lay-by where we had to park.
It looks pretty grim and it can be pretty grim at times because the rabbits and badgers sometimes dislodge skulls and bones from the graveyard up that hill.
I'm happy to report there were no bones there today.
This is the lovely old manor house and farm, located just a few yards from the ruins.
Sorry, by this time I was too wet and cold to run up the road for better photographs.
I'm sure that the place was a sacred site long before this church was built, unfortunately I haven't been able to discover a great deal more.
Even on a day like today the site had a wonderfully peaceful air about it, the kind that I often feel in a well-loved and much prayed-in church.
It was worth braving the elements, but I was pleased to get back home for a good cup of tea.