You may or may not know this, but I was brought up a good Catholic girl. I attended Catholic schools, where ever we lived (dad was in the Army) and I took my Holy Communion and made my Confession.
At high school age, we (sis & i) had moved to a new town where the nearest Catholic School was about 10 miles away, so we attended the local high school. I suddenly didn’t have to go to confession every week. Wow. Did that mean I could be bad?
I fell off the wagon and fell in love with Mr D.
Mr D is not religious in any way, & I can take it or leave it.
We had a civil ceremony for our wedding, in a hotel..not a church.
But. We both love Church buildings.
These photos are of St Mary’s Church, near Chester. I went to Chester a couple of weeks ago with my mum, sister and a friend for a girlie trip.
Mr D loves buildings in general, and Church’s are always so beautiful.
It’s always nice to find a church open, to go in and look around, as some are closed up now due to vandals and thieves. (spit…go-and-get-a-job)
The other thing we like is walking around the graveyard and reading the Grave stones, all the history of the village is there.
The light is always nice too.
Do you visit the church when you find yourself in a new town?