and this is the view from its front door:
Some of the incumbents of the Churchyard had been born 300 odd years ago which makes my 40 years in this area seem quite short.
1972 seemed such a different time. It was as close to the Battle of Britain as to the Twin Tower attacks in New York. Edward Heath was Prime Minister and having ineffectual strife with the Miners and the Dockers. Ziggy Stardust was released and we were all still coming to terms with the loss of the half crown and shilling. Margaret Rutherford, Edward VII and Cecil Day Lewis passed away and Liam Gallagher and Geri Halliwell came into the world to replace them. The pace of change seemed faster than ever.
And yet when I look round this village it has hardly changed at all. Yes the egg packing station is now houses. So is the little cafe that used to close for lunch. The overall look and feel of the place is much the same as it would have been to the churchyard occupants. It has seen off Disraeli, Gladstone, Heath and Thatcher and gone about its business. Apart from egg packing and cafe lunches of course.
This doesn't get the use it once did:
But the remarkable thing is that this has only gained 2 hours in 3 Centuries: