Looking back, we could see the tower of St Mary the Virgin, the parish church, and all that remains of the Saxon Minster. That was our next destination, just a few minute walk.
When we got there, past two sets of formidable steel floodgates firmly mounted to solid walls, and the remains of the old defences close by, we saw a sign:
Angels are becoming a sort of ostinato. You can just make it out, up high, on a wall at the east end of the church. The original circular apse was replaced by a later seven-sided building, which was later demolished, leaving just this angel.
Here he is in close-up, a photograph of a photograph from the information board inside the church.
The church interior, what's left, which is plenty, is stunning. Two more pictures from the information board:
We left in peace, and came back to the Gatehouse for lunch (via shopping for milk and firewood for the log fire).
He went out for a prowl afterwards, while I stayed in, listening to music and getting on with working on the current patchwork quilt - this one -
I'm at the stage of quilting around each of the patterned squares to layer up the filling (an old fleece cot blanket which was second hand when I got it) and the backing - the remains of a duvet cover that he already had when I married him. So far, on this holiday, I have done 9 squares. That's not bad, as they take at least 15 minutes each. It's the right task for here because I can tuck myself under the rest of the quilt while I am working on a section - very cosy and warm.