In Praise of Churchcrawling
One of my many hobbies as a teenager – indeed, I think I started when I was eleven – was churchcrawling. This usually involved persuading my mother (and, later, friends with cars) to drive me to interesting churches, although I was also fortunate enough to live in a Suffolk town where it was possible to walk out to …
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