I bring you another church, this time it’s Top Chapel, or more formally know as Charlesworth Congregational Church (date stone 1797); it sits fair and square, high on the hills above the village of Charlesworth in Derbyshire, and just down the road from the cows
The vista is impressive, you can see for miles and miles and on clear day, across the city of Manchester. When I stopped by, the sky was brooding in a moody, adolescent sort of way.
If last weeks grave yard, made its statement with, copper plate script, and inscriptions rooted in the landscape, this one alludes to a oneness with the heavens, being as it is, most definitely a ‘Top Chapel’ perched in such an elevated position and with many of the memorials being what can best be described as ‘upwardly mobile’ with a vogue for tomb stones in the style of pillars, columns and obelisks. (which, to me at any rate, seems rather ironic, as death in my view, is a bit of leveller)
The wind was scouring, with nothing to impede it which ever direction it traveled, it howled across the hills: even the holly tree in the grave yard had rolled its leaves up into a foetal position in a valiant effort to protect its self from the piercing winds. I shall be passing this way again over the next few months, I imagine the view rarely looks the same two days running, watch this space, but I’ll wear an extra jumper next time.