Sir John Shorne was renowned for, ‘conjuring the Devil into a boot’.
Mediaeval Pilgrims to his shrine were met with a statue of the Holy Man depicting this event.
… I remember our first visit well.
It was late in the day and I was suffering from ‘Quest Fatigue’.
I found a comfortable spot in the pews and settled down while Wen did her stuff.
The church did have a nice feel and I remarked as much.
After finishing the photographic catalogue Wen was keen to go in search of the Holy Well.
I was not.
Especially as, when we did finally get around to visiting the well, it was a mere matter of yards away,
albeit, tucked safely around a corner out of view.
This was some years later.
Quest Fatigue has a lot to answer for.
Or, were we just not ready to face that particular avenue of thought at that time?
It certainly made for a curious sight when we got there,
and initially, it reminded me of the Hell-Fire Cave wax-works.
Modern, obviously, but linked to Folk-Lore.
Okay, now I’m beginning to get interested.
The fellow in the glass booth is a famous ‘son of the village’
an ecclesiast judging by his attire and what is more he appears to have been depicted
grappling with a devil, with the devil as it turns out…
So, now I’m all ears, and eyes, and anything else I can bring to bear.
At first, I thought he was about to poke out the devil’s eyes,
but he is actually making a sign of benediction invoking the First Person of the Trinity.
And if that does not pique your interest, then I am sorely afraid that nothing will…