It looks like the quintessential English Country church with a couple of yew trees and a carpet of wildflowers between the higgledy piggledy gravestones.
The blossom from a flowering cherry floated in the breeze and drifted across the grass like fine snow or confetti.
A cheeky squirrel hopped up on one of the gravestones and watched me while I was taking photos .
Another view through the graveyard to the church. A church has been on the site since the 12th century [there is a Saxon font inside the church ] and local legend says that the site was initially consecrated by St Boniface in the 8th century.
Parish registers date back to the 1500s so there is definitely a long history of religious worship here.
The building itself has been rebuilt repeatedly; most recently after being largely destroyed in 1943 by aerial bombing.
Sadly, around 26 people died in the bombing raid on the church -at least 21 sunday school children and a couple of sunday school teachers.
The churchyard has a very peaceful atmosphere despite its tragic history.
This is the church's lychgate -originally a lychgate was a roofed gate which protected the pallbearers and coffin from the elements while waiting to be formally received into consecrated ground by the parish priest.