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St Mary, West Stow
| Woodland on the edge of heathland; now
the quietest part of Suffolk, this was once the most
populous area in England. Here came the Angles and the
Frisians, the Saxons and the Jutes, quietly and
industriously up the estuaries and river valleys,
reclaiming the land the Romans had abandoned, clearing
acres of forest and bringing them under cultivation,
settling down. They're still here, of course. But this
part of Suffolk now is one of tiny villages, and many
redundant churches. St Mary is not redundant, but I
didn't see a single soul on my journey across its parish.
St Mary - silent as its graves. I was cycling from Icklingham on a day of high summer: Ipswich was miles, and promises, away. But already, the high clouds were beginning to condense into mackerel waves, and there would be thunder before nightfall. That was ahead of me. Here, I skidded to a halt in as wide a graveyard as I've seen, the central area bowling green-trim, the outer edges wild, and merging into the forest.
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| And what of the present, and of the
future? Well, this inviolate shell gives the impression
of being but a relic of the past; a more recent relic, to
be sure, than the excavated and reconstructed Anglo-Saxon
village a mile or so away. But something no longer
intended for you and me, just the same. St Mary, West Stow, is just to the north of Flempton on the A1101 Bury to Mildenhall road. I found it locked without a keyholder. |