Bag Enderby - isn't that a wonderful name? It is a tiny hamlet of, at the last count, 18 people. Blink and you could miss it. It is located down a small, Lincolnshire road - I'd love to call it a leafy Lincolnshire lane, but it is winter!
|Mixed stone, bricks, tiles - look at the cracks!|
At first sight the church was unpromising. A mix of the local greenstone, red bricks, random stone, Roman tiles, it has a squat tower and is located on a small hill. Parking is in a farmyard. The greenstone is dark green or grey in winter but changes to a mellow orange in summer, when (we hope) the sun shines.
Out in the churchyard is an old cross, which was desecrated by the Roundheads in 1643, only the base remains.
|Higgledy-Piggledy Moss Covered Porch|
|Original 1407 door, Saxon shield boss in centre|
The font is beautifully carved and is perched on two 14th century, broken tombstones.
Almost two hundred years ago Alfred Tennyson would have known this church very well - his father was the rector here, as well as at Somersby church which is about half a mile away! Alfred was later to become Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate.
It is a very simple little church with a wonderful atmosphere - I wasn't expecting that after the unpromising exterior!
|Andrew Gadney and his wife, 2 sons and 2 daughters|
This is an unexpectedly wonderful church which - we stopped to see merely as an hors d'eouvre to St Margaret's Church at Somersby, which is where this chap grew up...
Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
This church is a little gem which I look forward to visiting on a milder day.
|St Margaret's Church, Bag Enderby|