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I had not been
back to St Nicholas for nearly eight years. It is
a beautiful, rolling parish on the banks of the
Waveney, sparsely populated and little-visited,
although the church will be familiar to thousands
of drivers, being visible on its hill from the
main Diss to Yarmouth road which runs about half
a mile to the north on the Norfolk side of the
border. I
had originally visited all these lovely north
Suffolk churches by bike back in the late 1990s,
at a time when they were all kept locked, the
keyholders often distant enough to make the
journey to get the key a depressing and
frustrating experience. But in the last few
months I have had a number of cheery e-mails from
other church explorers who had found them all
open and thriving.
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It must be
said that it would be hard to describe a place like
Oakley as thriving; it is such a profoundly sleepy place.
The church sits alone in the fields with just one house
for company, the graveyard tree-shrouded and silent apart
from the birds. It feels a very long way from the 21st
century, and it seemed incredible that we were less than
a hundred miles from the centre of London. The church
looks bigger than it is. The 14th century tower and 15th
century porch are fmiliar from hundreds of other East
Anglian churches, but there are no aisles, no clerestory.
This is a simple church made to look grand by the
enthusiasms of confident ages. The porch at one time had
two storeys, but the floor has now gone. There is a nice
collection of medieval fragments in the side windows, and
some good 1960s glass up in the parvise. The medieval
glass includes the top part of a St Christopher carrying
the Christchild on his shoulders, a Priest, and the head
of Christ as the Man of Sorrows. best of all, I liked the
15th century primrose, which so easily could have been
copied from the life in this churchyard.
For
centuries, Oakley has been a joint parish with
neighbouring Brome. It seems to have been a wealthy
benefice; when George Paterson was Rector here for forty
years in the 19th century, he was receiving more than
£650 a year, something like £130,000 in todays money.
By the 1860s, he was contributing some of his millions to
the rebuilding of Brome church, the work of the great
Thomas Jekyll. Incidentally, the 1851 Census of Religious
Worship is revealing about Brome and Oakley. The combined
parishes had a population of 650, and a regular Sunday
morning attendance of just over a hundred - the two
churches alternated weekly in holding morning and evening
services. That means about one in six of the population
were attending the parish church on a Sunday morning,
which is well above average for East Anglia, where it was
usually about one in ten. This was because of the
enthusiasm in Norfolk and especially Suffolk for
non-conformism - Congregational, Baptist and Methodist
chapels often attracted bigger congregations. However,
there was nothing like that here. The nearest chapel was
in Hoxne, but that attracted barely thirty people on a
Sunday morning. The census noted that there were five
Baptist families in the combined parishes, but that was
all. It seems more likely that most people in Brome and
Oakley simply didn't go to church in the middle of the
19th century.
Anglican
congregations generally rose during the second half of
the 19th century, reaching a peak in the years after the
First World War, before slowly falling away again. These
years of plenty are often reflected in the furnishings
and decorations, and that is certainly so here at Oakley.
As I said, this church is now open every day, and you
step into a very simple, humble building. The font is
very primitive, set directly against the north wall as
was often the way before Victorian restorations. This
feels a church of the ordinary people, as ordinary as
Brome's church is extraordinary. And yet, the wealth of
Paterson and the Kerrison family is felt even here, for
there is a very good range of glass in the south and east
windows, and another grand reredos in the sanctuary.
If Brome was
Lord Kerrison's baby, then Oakley appears to have been
George Paterson's. The subjects of the windows reflect a
rather more intellectual approach, with figures of what
must have been some fairly obscure Saints in the late
19th century, including St Denys and St Longinus. Best of
all, the large figures have been given the faces of
members of the familes of George Paterson and his wife.
Most striking is probably St Denys, who has the head of
Mrs Paterson's brother. The best glass of all is the
Presentation in the Temple; it's breathtaking. Anna is
Paterson's mother, and perhaps Simeon is his father, or
even Paterson himself.

St Nicholas
is a church which does not shout, or wear its treasures
on its sleeve. As if acknowledging this, two empty image
niches on the north wall are beautiful but puzzling. They
look awkward, as if there should be a matching smaller
niche on the right side. We'd normally expect a triple
niche like this to contain a rood group, a crucifixion in
the middle flanked by the Blessed Virgin and St John. But
what if there were only ever two?
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simple early 17th memorial to Sir William
Cornwallis. This is a fairly typical piece of the
period, with the required amount of puritan
piety, unlike the extravaganza to his father
Thomas at Brome - but Thomas had died a Catholic,
just seven years before his son. The gilt reredos was given
by the Walker family, who are also remembered by
the HMS Captain memorial in Hoxne church. It
depicts the last supper, and is so languid that
St John appears asleep, with his head on the
table. Perhaps that is fitting, in this
beautiful, sleepy place.
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Simon
Knott, 2007
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