A productive few days in spite of the weather and the culinary attack on our waistlines. At least yours stopped with Sunday lunch… mine went on to valiantly tackle a curry and dispose of a chocolate rabbit. Tomorrow I starve.
Still, it does seem as if the nagging feeling about getting back out to North Marston bore fruit after all. I did a bit more digging about the church and Sir John Schorne… and the window is one of our Nine Marys.
The name of the village is Anglo Saxon… the ‘village by the marsh’, apparently. The church itself dates back to the 1100s, which means it was already well established when John Schorne became the rector in 1290.
Legend has it that the chalybeate healing well sprang from the ground during a time of drought when Schorne stuck his staff in the earth. Then, there is the tale of his having been desired to exorcise a woman possessed by devils… and commanding the Devil to leave, captured him in a boot… which seems an odd sort of tale.
Even odder, when you think the bit on the window says he ‘conjoured’ the Devil into the boot!
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