The village sits at the top of a ridge surrounded by valleys cut, over the ages, by water and ice. It’s a sleepy place, with a fine manor house behind high walls and the little roads that run through the place are single track, often with gates and cattle grids, speaking of an old-fashioned stock rearing system. Much of the old Cotswolds is still criss-crossed with these gated roads which stem from the time when sheep outnumbered the people by a factor of several hundred.

The small building over the well in the centre of the green is an old building that has survived through the ages. In 1935 its thatched roof was replaced with local stone tiles courtesy of the inhabitants of Farmington, in Connecticut USA, to mark the tercentenary of the foundation of their state. Now that’s a kind and generous thing to do. Farmington Conneticut is obviously a thriving community.

The church is well worth a visit. It’s a Norman church of nave and chancel, to which the North aisle of which Evans speaks was added in around 1200 and a west tower around 1500. The embattled tower is in three stages, with rather lovely painted stone clock faces to the west and east.

It has to be said the North Isle was rather badly redone by Waller and son in around 1890. I suppose when Evans was here it was quite recent and therefore even more irritating. The Chancel arch has some elaborate chevron and three attached jamb shafts. Similar decorations can be found on the South door, protected by the porch.

The alter is of local stone, probably quarried about a mile north of the village where stone is still taken from the ground for ornamental purposes.