Wednesday, 15 September 2010

Prayer Time.

Churches, by and large, don't appeal to me in an architectural sense. It may have something to do with being made to attend on Sundays, or it just might be down to all those pointy victorian gothic bits that festoon so many.
But I love wriggly tin as many others do, so when the two combine, all is well. I admit, it's not strictly speaking a church (rather, a chapel) but it has an appeal and charm that hits the spot.

1 comment:

  1. ooh. Where is it Charlie - do reveal, please. I'm intrigued as it looks sort of familiar.