Much to my dismay, I have hundreds of photos of the beautiful wool church in Northleach sitting — languishing — on my laptop. I remember Northleach as the first place I dared to adventure on my own once the kids were in school, husband was at work, and I was on my own, with a car, with the whole of England waiting for me to gather up my courage and go out exploring. I love the Northleach parish church, and have been back several times. Something has kept me from pulling together all my photos and ideas about this beautiful place into a post. So for now, be content with a tiny peek.
A truly tiny peek. To the side of the altar there is a locked wooden door. One day I found I could not resist setting my camera into the keyhole to have a look inside. I hope no one minds.