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The House by the Churchyard () is a novel by Sheridan Le Fanu that combines elements of the mystery novel and the historical novel. Aside from its own.
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Kinnaird, Parish Church, Churchyard And Session House
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Could you design a more ugly assemblage if you tried? Even if the house were in good nick and I wish it was , the wires and the rusting pole would still detract. Search Home About.
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Any thoughts of death were soon dispelled by a flock of house martins scything through life. Why they had chosen to gather close to the churchyard quickly became apparent.
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Tractor wheels had churned out a shallow three-metre trench at the entrance to the next field and it was half full of water. The birds were stacked in the air above this trough of mud like aircraft over a runway, and they took turns to swoop down and skim its surface for insects. Never had I seen house martins showing such forbearance and cooperation in feeding.
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At a layby on the lane, a woman was unloading her car boot and I carried a tray of begonias for her through the church gate. Over to the left, a house of God was open to heaven, the church roof long gone, graceful windowless arches partly framed with fragile remnants of wooden tracery.
I stepped in through a doorway without a door, down an earth floor nave, then exited through a narrower doorway in the chancel. A carefully mown path led through a wildflower meadow, where grasses grew tall among the graves of long-forgotten parishioners and the old stones now bloomed all year round with the yellows, greys, greens and whites of lichens.