The Boileau mausoleum at St Peter’s, Ketteringham.
For 30 years the squire of Ketteringham Hall, the hot tempered Sir John Boileau and the egotistical Calvinist vicar Rev’d Andrews were in conflict.
Things came to a head in the 1850s when Sir John disturbed the dead. In the belief that he had the support of the vicar Sir John removed the bodies, which he believed were from a family with no living relatives, from the church vault in the dead of night to make way for his own family. When the disturbance caused an unholy stench in the church the discovery of the removal of bodies caused a scandal.
Sir John was forced to return the bodies to the vault and he built this mausoleum instead.
The whole story can he read in a really fascinating book, Victorian Miniature by Owen Chadwick. #norfolklife #ketteringham #victorianminiature #mynorfolk #thisisnorfolk #churchhunting #churchcrawling #mausoleum #grave_affair #aj_graveyards #graveyard_dead
Anyone else really curious about those tombs that are fenced off? there is often 1 in every churchyard. Obviously there was once enough money and prestige in the family to afford a little privacy but now... mossy, derelict and unloved. Shall we break down the barriers? #church #churchcrawling #churchhunting #churchmonument #graves #graveyard
Pricke of Conscience window, c. 1410-20, All Saints, North Street, York. This superb and astonishingly rare window displays the fifteen signs that medieval theologians thought would precede the end of the world. The first picture shows the fourth sign of ‘fish making a roaring noise!’ Scary, eh? Each picture has a little text below in old English explaining the image depicted. The window was erected by 2 local families who are present on the window and you can actually meet them in the last picture if you slide along. This suggests the trend in the 15th century of the emerging middle classes to fund windows and rebuilding campaigns etc which show images of the husband and wife kneeling at prayer alongside the inscription Orate pro animabus, asking parishioners to pray for their souls. This was to reduce the time the donors spent in purgatory after death, a period when souls were purified of their sins before entry to Heaven. I like the colour and various weird creatures in this window. Incredible stuff. #church #churchcrawling #medieval #art #stainedglass #york #medievalart #artist #history #colour #christianity #architecture #yorkshire #photography #photooftheday #instagood #britain
At St Michael’s and All Angels in Letcombe Bassett - a blocked up Norman doorway with carvings representing the four evangelists (you can make out the angel and lion here), and the tomb of a wool merchant topped with a stone cloth roll. Each end of the roll depicts a scallop shell with a skull at the centre.
Yesterday we had a lovely family walk from Letcombe Regis to Letcombe Bassett along the Letcombe Brook. We followed the excellent Letcombe Valley Nature Reserve trail from @bbowt.
We started at St Andrew’s church in #LetcombeRegis
, where we found this #obelisk
from 1871 dedicated to a #Maori
Chieftain - George King Hipano - who died of TB here aged 19. Chief Hipano came from Wanganui, #NewZealand
, and I would love to know more about him.
#churchcrawling #letcombevalley #letcombebrook
• West Butterwick, St. Mary's •
Two slightly more attractive images of St. Mary's church. I don't want to do this Victorian church any discredit. It moves me in a way that Georgian or earlier churches can't. Let me try and explain why. The stocky, formal plan of the entire ground level rooms built in neat beige brick make me think of other important buildings being made at the time - schools, factories, court rooms. Something about thin brickwork of this type to me feels entirely secular and distant from ecclesiastical buildings. This is a personal response perhaps entirely unique to me as I grew up in a Northern town with a lot of buildings made like this. The local corn exchange. Banks. The town hall. It makes me think of children's initials scrawled in to the brick on the corners of buildings down the main street in my hometown. Black ash stains of cigarette butts stubbed out around the entrance to the bank before generations of people went inside. This brick is a building material in itself, but I suppose more also a style of building which I connect with emotionally, and it makes me feel quite protected. It feels familiar. This is maybe why I enjoy this church building quite so much. Anyway. The following piece of information is unrelated! The clock on the tower of St. Mary's was installed as a memorial of the coronation of King George V. It cost £82 was the funds were all raised by public subscription. However it didn't beginning ticking until about 8 months later!
I am also intrigued by the five light east end in the second image, divided in to a set of three and a set of two to the north. Why I wonder?
• West Butterwick, St. Mary's •
Across the River Trent heading south towards Gainsborough I spotted the intriguing tower of St. Mary's in West Butterwick, mistaking it for something much older, and was immediately interested in what the rest of the church building looked like. As my sister and I stopped by to visit on our return journey it turned out I was fooled having only had the tip of the spire to assess the building earlier in the day. Nevertheless, I found the brick Victorian building to actually be quite pleasant in its simplicity. Built in 1841 replacing a Chapel of Ease that sat on the site of the present neighbouring school mentioned in 1415. According to West Butterwick Parish Council's website a fragment of 'very old painted glass currently resides in the middle window on the north side of the current Church' but I cannot see it in the picture I took from the north side of the grounds as in my photo here. I imagine it is quite difficult to view without getting inside the church which I was unable to do as it was unsurprisingly locked.
I'd be interested to read what Pevsner's writes on the little church dedicated to St. Mary in the village.
I pursue my enemies and catch them; I do not stop until I destroy them. I strike them down, and they cannot rise; they lie defeated before me. You give me strength for battle and victory over my enemies. You make my enemies run from me; I destroy those who hate me. They cry for help but no one saves them; they call to the Lord but he does not answer. I crush them, so they become like dust which the wind blows away. I trample on them like mud in the streets.
• Lincoln Cathedral •
A wide shot of the enormous choir screen constructed c.1330. Above it now sits a Victorian organ dating from 1898 where once a crucifix would have been. You can just about pick out all the detail here but I will upload some close shots shortly
• Lincoln Cathedral •
The exquisite central east doorway through the medieval choir screen carved from limestone c.1330. The heads of animals and small figures of saints (these having been replaced in part after periods of damage) appear frequently on the pinnacles and stops of the numerous arches on the stone screen. The flat parts of the wall are decorated with foliate imagery where virtually no space was left untouched by the craftsmen's tools.