This church is in the New Forest and approached through trees at the end of a quiet, narrow lane. Step through the creaking oak door and you’re into a rare Georgian interior that’s overrun with haphazard carpentry set to meet the 18th-century requirement for private box pews with fire places and squeezed-in galleries where it would have seemed room would not permit. The Gothic east-west primacy is thrown into confusion by the preponderance of pews at all angles, and the figurative imagery of the previous ages is here replaced by a calligraphy of stark, resolute texts. The kneelers here are a delight too, and the whole is beautifully cared for.
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