It sits, as so many churches do...at the top of a hill
At the top of a cliff.
The middle part, ground level where the alter, pews and people should be
Is closed off
As if it isn't there at all..
Upstairs there is a moon disc.
Wide as both my arms outstretched
Its surface is glassy
Projects an image of outside, inside...
As if I was in Riven
An impression added to by the wooden camera room and the lever used to turn the lens above us.
But when the door is closed
And the room full dark
The strangest thing...
Tiny cars and birds, little people..
I'm blown away by how amazing this is...
Unimpressed by Google Earth and Sat Navs
Down many stairs...
To the cave that opens in the cliff face.
Once a church
There is no evidence of the church anymore...
Our next destination was Arch House delicatessen..
For coffee and cake.
Elderflower and lime (with added glitter).
Back to the car
And down to the sea.
Brilliant Husband's selfie of us...