One of the valiant band of parishioners that keep everything spick and span in the parish church of St Mary’s.
The church is big by parish standards, cruciform in shape and unusually it isn’t flanked by a road on any side, the grave yard is surrounded by a fence and a path with ginnels and small lanes leading out into the town. Each September there is the tradition of the Wirksworth Church Clypping Ceremony in which the church is encircled by the congregation holding hands around it.
Some years ago I had to do some work in the church, I couldn’t get access till late at night, I was shown where the lights switches were, given the keys ( a very large bunch) so we could lock up after we’d finished; and left to get on with it. Being the wuss that I am and not fancying being alone in the church,
Medieval stone coffin, St Mary’s church yard, Wirksworth
I took my mum along with me for company, I’m glad I did, as a few little light bulbs in a building this size didn’t fill the shadows, it was a bit eerie to say the least, it didn’t help that which ever ‘arm’ of the cross you were in, you couldn’t see the what was going on in the rest of the church, it fed a fertile imagination. We hadn’t been there very long when a thunderstorm broke, I can tell you, that going from gloom to the whole church and every stained glass window being filled for a millisecond with a lightning flash, accompanied by a crack of thunder was both breathtakingly beautiful and a little scary
The effect must have been very much as the architects of this building would have wished, for there was no mistaking the power and the glory of whatever or whoever is out there.
From a collection of posts about the Derbyshire town of Wirksworth,