Drove out to the Dengie yesterday. The light was fine when I left, but by the time I reached Chelmsford there was blanket of dull grey cloud. I persisted, but so did it. It won.
The chapel of St.Peter ad Murum was established astride the entrance of the old Roman fort of Othona by Bishop Cedd from 654, using material - Kentish ragstone - gleaned from the ruins, making it possibly the earliest still extant church in the country. Cedd had been summoned from Lindisfarne by the East Saxon king Sigeberht in a bid to convert us pagan marsh dwellers back to Christianity, from which we had apparently lapsed. Following Cedd's death in 664 from the plague, the chapel became part of the Diocese of London. Over the next thousand or so years it fell in and out of use, possibly in tune with the denizens of Essex falling in and out of the Christian faith. For many years it served as a barn. It was most recently reconsecrated in 1920, and regular services are held there, though much of the rest of Essex, or at least that strange, at once direly shabby and deeply historic part of it, appears to have reverted once more to paganism.
The pilgrim route of St.Peter's Way extends for 45 miles from the little church at Greensted, Europe's oldest wooden church (and possibly the world's oldest wooden structure), to St.Peter on the Wall. I live not two miles from Greensted. I think I might try to walk it.
Huawei P20 mono sensor with some film grunge from Nik ColorEfex.