📝 Field Notes from my Camper-van-camino: The Churches of Romney Marsh
I stand and watch the Kentish rag rise up from the dull nights refrain and prick out lines and glyphs that are older than the church itself.
I stand and watch the Kentish rag rise up from the dull nights refrain and prick out lines and glyphs that are older than the church itself.
This is one of those iconic churches that never disappoints. St. Mary is lodged within a bucolic landscape neighboured by the Star Inn pub.
✨ Wondering why I ask for support?
An Anxiety of Memberships