Photo-a-Day (Saturday, 12th September, 2020)
St. Elizabeth of Hungary
A wonderful picture, Mick. You do know how to produce lots of different subjects.
What a beautiful church. The brickwork, roof slates, spire and windows are works of art. The people who built this were true craftsmen.
Thanks Mick - lovely photograph.
Alan I was looking at all the newly dug grave to see if Owd Ron was in one of them, but I could see his name on any of the wreathes so I went to St Davids further up in Haigh and couldnt find him there either
This church has a beautiful interior,with fab scarlet incense holders.My Mum and lots of her family are buried in the graveyard,so visit regularly.
Our family church - pleased to see the grass has been trimmed. I normally go down once a year, grave tending, but for various reasons have missed the last two. This year lockdowns keep intervening.
The church building was repointed and cleaned up a couple of years ago and looks the part today.
Nice photo. I like a walk round a churchyard. Can you take another one next Spring. Mick, please, when the daffs are out? I love to see daffodils in a churchyard.
A lovely church I used to be in the choir when I was young when Mr Pankhurst was the vicar, what lovely memories.
I would like to see it covered in pure white snow around Christmas time Mick, good idea Irene. The Rose Window is lovely as well as all the stained glass ones, they are an asset to the plainness of the building.
As everybody has commented its a pleasing church....& a pleasing photo. If you dont mind me saying Mick, your latest photos have been much better than some you have taken in the past.
Bike in a graveyard frozen in time,
Cast through the seasons,
snow rain or shine .
All wish for promise , daffodil spring ,
the next turn of page and what will it bring ,
One passing journey , thoughts that go to ,
the scent of a season you take back with you ,
grasp every moment whatever its face ,
Then back on your bike and leave without trace..
That'sa long bike-ride, Mick, Shevington to Hungary. I bet your arse was sore.
Some say this church as the best brickwork and roof tile in all of Britain, when Im passing the church I always look up and wonder who was the last man to poke his head out of that roof tower and did he write his name somewhere up there.
Lovely poem, "f"....reminds me of our "Poet" and of our "Philip G" who will always remain a part of Wigan World.
I was just going to say exactly the same thing Irene. Great minds think alike,as they say.x
'Great Minds' don't mistake Swans for Ducks, Edna.