After we left the ruins of Penrith Castle we made our way down through the town to St Andrew’s Parish Church, described perfectly by Sue Vincent here at The Silent Eye.

Now Sue has described the church beautifully in the above article, so I am going to show some photos and leave you some poetry of my feelings of the place .

The Church

Warm

Safety

The church felt

So welcoming

Dressed bright for Christmas

I was at once at home

Though not all of our number

Felt the warm and soft vibrations

Strange, animosity and fear

What different feelings were given here.

The Graveyard

Please don’t lay me in the ground

Where spinners and giants can be found.

Gravestones tell their tales

Of poets, families and a centurions travails.

There be giants there too

Every word I say is true.

So as the dusk began to grow

We knew…