Octagonal towers are quite common around here. as are gargoyles and hunky punks in glorious golden Ham stone.
Inside, a man was tuning an old piano with much stabbing of the keys. The older members of the party sat and chatted while I fossicked quickly and quietly.
There's a bier, upon which the mortal remains of Colonel Chard, of Rorke's Drift fame, were borne to their everlasting rest in nearby Hatch Beauchamp ...
Cadaver effigy of an unidentified cleric
Toma atte Sloo
This is my favourite thing - an old parish chest made of elm that weighs over 600 lbs and is believed, by its form of construction, to date from well before 1200 and possibly even Saxon times.
Evidence suggests it was at one time forcibly looted. I blame this lot.
1349 Thomas Dauyntre
1349-50 John Trowbrugge
We know the Black Death, which arrived in Somerset in early 1349, had a 50% mortality rate in some parts, and that a large proportion of the clergy perished, but I've never spotted quite so many priests appointed in such a short space of time as here in North Curry.
An entry from nearby Curry Rivel’s court rolls from May 1349:
‘John Pypping who held of the lord a cottage . . . is dead, by whose death there falls to the lord nothing of heriot because there is no live beast. And the said cottage remains empty in the lord’s hands’
It seems the plague had claimed Pypping, his entire family, and all his animals as well.