If the only way I can get out and play at the moment is to revisit old haunts, then so be it, Four years ago, I stumbled across a little gem of a church… very unexpectedly…
For once, I had managed to leave in good time for my trip north. Had I been feeling well, I would have stopped at a cathedral I’ve been meaning to visit, but as I was still feeling decidedly weird, I did not stop until I was within easy each of my destination… and that gave me time to explore. I have been meaning to have a wander around Dovedale for a while. I had made a few brief forays, but not when I had time to spare, so I left the beaten track behind and took to the lanes.
Passing an old manor, I glimpsed a church tower in the distance and headed towards it, parking near a vast bank of starry, white ransoms covered in butterflies. Old yew trees guarded the entrance to the little church in Blore Ray, whose nominal told me was dedicated to St Bartholomew. Even without the acquired knowledge of ecclesiastical architecture, you could tell the place was old, right from the start, just by the wear to the stone steps leading down into the nave.
Gouges in the walls beside the door show where the great bar would have been dropped behind it to secure it against intruders, worn by centuries of use. The church was built around 1100, on the site of an older building. There are traces of the original Norman work in the nave, but the tower and chancel are much newer additions, dating back to the 14th century.
A broken holy water stoup sits in the porch, a reminder of a time before the Reformation in the 16th century, when the Church of England parted company from Rome. There are other reminders of that time and of the later damage done by Cromwell’s Puritan regime in the concealed squint and entrance to the destroyed rood loft. The squint, or hagioscope, is an oblique tunnel through walls that block the view of the high altar. They were installed so that those in the side chapels would be able to see the elevation of the Host during Mas, as which time they were required to make the sign of the Cross. Sometimes such squints were installed in external walls, to allow lepers and beggars to witness the Mass without coming into contact with either priest or congregation.
The rood loft was a gallery above the rood screen, a partition between nave and chancel. Many carved screens survived the depredations of both Henry VIII’s Reformation and Cromwell’s edicts, but far too many were lost. Above the screen there was often a gallery leading to the loft where a sculptured representation of the Crucifixion would be displayed.
At Blore, the screen is Tudor, as are the choir stalls and the surprisingly modern-looking font that stands near the Early English tower arch. The box pews are Jacobean and therefore 17th century… and, all in all, this deceptively simple little church manages to encapsulate nearly a thousand years of English architecture and local history.That is one of the things that make these country churches so wonderful to visit.
The churches have been ‘off the menu’ for a while, until very recently when they have been tugging at our attention once more. We still follow whatever trail is set before us and, although we do not yet know why we are back to looking at churches again, waiting to discover the reason is exciting in itself. Everything has been a little quiet for the past couple of years while we concentrated on writing the annual workshops, but as the next one is Steve’s, we can get back on the trail… and it has been calling for a while.
It is like a mosaic, with random pieces of a puzzle dropping into our laps. The fun is in sorting them out, recognising the forms within the pieces and making them into something new… just like the fragments of painted glass in one of the windows. There are some recognisable figures, like the head of Christ and St Anne teaching the Virgin to read which dates back to 1510, but many fragments are unidentifiable, unless you have specialist knowledge of the coats of arms or iconography. The resulting mosaic may make no sense at first, but together the pieces do tell a story. offering glimpses of many stories that all speak to the heart and imagination.
There is only one other stained glass window, above the high altar, showing scenes from the life of Jesus. The little church is s place of tranquil simplicity, and yet, there is more to it than at first meets the eye. But the little chapel to the north of the altar deserves a telling of its own…
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
What a beautiful building. I love the stained glass windows.
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For such a small church, there was an awful lot to see!
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That’s a fascinating small church. Thank you for the guided tour. I think my all time favourite church is St. Mary’s, up on the cliff top at Whitby. 🙂 🙂 Hope your day goes well.
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There are several posts on the Whitby church around here somewhere.. 🙂
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I’ll come back and look when I have a little time. I thought there might be 🙂 🙂
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I love the wear and tear on the steps made by thousands of feet over the centuries.
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So do I… it really brings the heart of these old buildings to life.
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So beautiful, Sue. I have a special love for churches and plan my trips to include visits to as many as possible. When my children were in their teens, I took them through the southwest U.S., via churches and reservations. The Santuario de Chimayo in New Mexico opened their eyes to my world. Thank you for sharing your great love, Sue. 💗
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We always visited the churches whereever we went, especially as many of them here are close to a thousand years old and hold so much of our history…
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I agree with you, Sue. There is so much history in our. Churches. Thank you for sharing this one. Your mention of the lepers reminded me of a tiny church near Barnwell Bridge in Cambridge. There are holes in the wall there, for the lepers. In fact. It’s called The Leper Chapel. My mother-in-law often went to services there as it was the nearest church to where she lived. I went with her one Christmas. It was lovely.
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There are still a number of remnants from that era, including the ‘leper’s squints’ or hagioscopes, where those infected could stand outside and yet still be par of teh service.
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what a stunner and so many stories…
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I know… there are more yet to come 😉
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What an amazing find! Just love those worn out steps ☺️
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Hundreds of years worth of passing feet…
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Another little treasure – look at the wear on those steps!
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It is a beauty…
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Such a lovely place to visit, Sue!
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It was a nice little find… and held some extraordinary things…
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Sounds and looks like it!
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Those windows are magnificent.
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Aren’t they? Wait till you see some of the other stuff I found there 🙂
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Looking forward to that Sue
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I’ve learned so much from these virtual church visits with you, Sue.
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There will be a visit to another old church coming up after this one,Audrey… one with some incredible carvings and paintings.
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Great! I’m looking forward to it.
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Wow, great captures and history Sue. I love old churches and temples… anything of worship. ❤️
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There will be more this week, Cindy. We are so lucky here to have these incredible old places.
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I will await the beauty coming our way.
We sure are!!!!! xo 💖❤️
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❤
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