Let me explain. At North Elmham a few days ago we visited a ruin of a small Norman chapel which stood on the site of an earlier timber church which was probably the Saxon Cathedral of East Anglia. In the 14th century it was converted into a fortified manor house by Henry Despenser who was an unpopular Bishop of Norwich
Today it's a ruin or, in some people's language, a pile of old stones. It gets many more visitors each year than the beautifully formed and still standing church of St Mary's which goes back to the 12th century and is just a few yards away.
Sometimes I think we take our heritage for granted. It's all too easy to become blase about historic buildings as though they were built yesterday.
And if we visit them do we really take a close look and unlock the history and the past of the place in question?
So when we went to a coffee morning in St Remigius Church at Hethersett yesterday I had a good walk round the building and looked at it with fresh eyes. I saw things I had never seen before.
St Remigius was Bishop of Rheims. Very few churches in the UK are named after him. In fact there are just six in Britain of which four are in Norfolk - Hethersett, Dunston, Roydon near Diss and Seething.
So whilst not being unique, St Remigius in Hethersett is pretty special.
The coffee morning was an attempt to attract more people to help with the church flower rota. Two new volunteers came forward. You might like the photo of some of the volunteers around the church Christmas tree and also just a handful of other photos of the church.
If you are interested there is a full history of St Remigius Church, Hethersett on https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hethersett.
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Yesterday I wore four layers on for the football match at Carrow Road. It rained most of the afternoon and by the time we got home we were a soggy mess. Despite there being no goals it was a decent game against Wolves and Norwich were unlucky not to win - missing two golden chances.
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I don't know a lot about Stephen Sondheim but the tributes have been fulsome since his death was announced. I must take time to listen to some of his music and acquaint myself with some of his drama - A Little Night Music anyone? Or will someone Send In The Clowns?
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Finally today I feel a bit like Hilda Ogden and her Murials (will explain that some time) in getting the wrong words. I talked about a fissure of excitement when I obviously meant frisson. Fissure is a narrow crack, especially in a rock. I would say it was a deliberate mistake but I would be lying.