The book was published in 1967, and he describes visiting Cotterstock church and being very taken by a naive incised carving of deer on two of the stones on the left hand side of the porch. I walk along the river Nene to the village almost every day, and this morning I decided to take a look. I couldn’t find it, but there are people in the village I can ask who’ll know more for another time.
Looking down, there were piles of droppings on the porch floor which confirmed that swallows were once again nesting on the ceiling. Looking up, there were two heads quietly poking out of a nest. There was something very medieval about them, like two little round friars peering from a wattle and daub pulpit. They were nearly full grown, but will still be pretty young when they make the great journey south!