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.

I am still reeling with delight at the soaring majesty of Norfolk.

Lovers of Norfolk churches can never agree which is the best and I think one is either a Salle or a Cawston man.

What the Londoner sees in his mind's eye is that cluster of towers and pinnacles seen from Pentonville Hill and outlined against a foggy sunset, and the great arc of Barlow's train shed gaping to devour incoming engines, and the sudden burst of exuberant Gothic of the hotel seen from gloomy Judd Street.

I don't think I am any good. If I thought I was any good, I wouldn't be.

There are two thing you need for a jolly good hymn.The first is a set of words that expresses the mood or sentiment of the worshipper.The second-and perhaps even more important- is a good tune..with a simple popular melody.

I ought to warn you that my verse is of no interest to people who can think.