Thursday.

 

Photo taken through the back window of our kitchen. Slight frost this morning. Ann motored over to Wisbech to see her mother this morning, and is staying over. This afternoon walked into town and, with Hilary's assistance, completed setting up the bookstall. Whilst doing so talked to a married couple, tourists, from Alabama (in the Colonies, I believe). The husband told us he is a direct descendant of our local martyr, Dr. Rowland Tayler, who was burned at the stake here in 1553 (that Bloody Mary!!!!). Hilary took them off to show them Dr. Tayler's brass and window. They told us that this morning they'd asked a lady in the town if they could tell them where the site of the execution was, and she'd taken them to it and showed them the monument. Very sporting of her as it's a good mile out of town. There are two monuments on the site; one, done at the time of the martyrdom, a crudely engraved stone, and next to it a rather more formal affair put up in 1826. They said how kind people had been to them in town, but we owe Dr. Tayler (and, by extension, his descendants) a good deal, and, as I've probably said before, Suffolk people have long memories. Ascension Day service this evening, and, as usual, those of the choir who were physically able, climbed to the top of the Deanery Tower to sing the first hymn. Only three of our choir members were up to it this year, but we were joined by a few singers from nearby villages, so that about seven of us actually made it. The clocks are striking ten, and as I haven't yet eaten must go and do so. Good Night all.