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.
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