I know it’s a bit late to be writing about Samhain. On the evening of Samhain I made up a nice dinner, poured rum for my granny (the nasty one) and builder’s tea for my granddad and grandmère, along with the usual offerings of honey, rich cream, and whiskey, and had a dumb supper with my ancestors. A few days earlier I had been scoping out places to leave these offerings. The following morning I walked up to St. Martin’s Church.
St. Martin’s is the oldest church in continuous use in the English-speaking world. The oldest decipherable date in the churchyard is 1686. There is a lovely small circle of yew trees in the centre of the yard. It was quiet and peaceful as I walked among the grave stones.
Today, I got to go inside! I went for the Remembrance Day service. One of the nice things about going to just about any church is that people are quite friendly so long as you don’t go on about what you might be up to in the church yard.