And now, dear Lord, I cannot wait Because I have a luncheon date.
Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.
Hymns are the poetry of the people.
Lovers of Norfolk churches can never agree which is the best and I think one is either a Salle or a Cawston man.
Imprisoned in a cage of sound, even the trivial seems profound
And I think it was the outline of that church tower at Belaugh against the sky which gave me a passion for churches so that every church I've past since I've wanted to stop and look in.