Churches in the British Isles are more than places of Christian worship. They are hearts of villages, records of generations past, and repositories of spirit. The furnishings, monuments, churchyards, lychgates have often been made by local artisans, the stones laid by local masons, whose names are carved in the stone. The yew trees in the churchyards are often ancient. Wildflowers grow amongst the graves; bats and barn owls use the belfries. These places are havens for walkers, and places of rest for those who feel weary of the modern world.
Friends of Friendless Churches is a charity which cares for churches that have fallen into disuse, preserving the memories they harbour, and maintaining their beauty. The profits from 'Recollections', the book I have made with Martin Williamson, will go to Friends of Friendless Churches. This poem-picture features just one of the churches which are in the care of this charity.