I don’t consider myself as religious but I am drawn to old churches, particularly in the country.
The feeling I get when in an old church concerns the local people and those families who have visited the church over history.
Why did they attend? Yes, a serious question. Coercion? Fear of retribution? Not complying with the community norm? Who did they attend with? What solace did they find? What was their life like?
Perhaps the most searching question – did it enhance their existence.
The view from my eye alone 