The pre-Reformation church of All Saints stood in its churchyard surrounded by gravestones and encircling oaks. Paul and Sarah walked up the churchyard path from the private gate set in the south-west corner of their garden wall.
He studied the exterior of the building with absorbed concentration. “Late twelfth century. Early English. Simplicity and elegance.” He beamed at the building with undisguised pleasure.
“Maybe, with all these oak trees, it was once a Druids" sacred grove.” She laughed, to show that she wasn"t being serious.
“What matters is that it"s Christian now,” he replied curtly.
They looked up at the corbel table, where a row of carved figures – gryphons, basilisks and bulging-eyed demons – glared down at them.
“Quite a gathering!” He laughed. “The mediaeval imagination
