Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder…

Saturday was Ipswich. I like Ipswich. It’s a nook and cranny kind of a place. It doesn’t matter how many times you visit, there’s always something new to see.

Saturday, I had a wander around one of the churches. This one to be precise.


Dutifully I toured the outside, falling in love with one of the gargoyles. I thought she had a very striking face.

I took photographs of the war memorial, a pigeon (well he was looking at me) and the porch  complete with lantern, which I decided would look good at dusk – so during one of our winter trips, I shall return and snap it in fading light.

Then I ventured inside. Now Saturday past, as those who call their home Blighty will tell you, was hot. In fact the hottest day of the year. I was looking forward to going inside. Unfortunately I didn’t get any further than what Chaucer would have us believe is where the Wife of Bath got married – “Atte churche doore!” It wasn’t anything to do with the heat. It was this chap… I don’t need to say more.

Do I?