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You leave Ingham
on the back road to Ampton, and soon the lane
curves widely through the meadows towards rising
ground and woodlands. Beyond them, unseen, is
Ampton Water. St Andrew is visible off in the
fields long before you get to it. The church
stands in splendid isolation, a good half mile
from the nearest other building, away from the
road, and you reach it down a narrow track beside
hilly fields. When I first came here, on one of
the hottest days of 1999, it was like being in
some backwater of the Loire Valley. Coming back
on a crisp winter day in early 2008, an afternoon
mist beginning to condense out in the fields, the
mood was quite different, but no less beautiful.
The graveyard is sheltered by trees, and rises
towards the north. There is a silence here which
is difficult to find in the southern half of
England these days. |
It is said that parish churches are often
found a long way from their village centres because
inhabitants died, or moved away, at the time of the Black
Death. Of course, there are a hundred and one reasons why
a village church should be remote, most of them economic,
and these can have just as dramatic an effect on people's
lives as pestilence does. Certainly, old photographs of
the church show buildings to the south of it, but no
trace of them remains. In fact, there is no village
centre anymore.
St Andrew
has one of Suffolk's south towers, and as in many cases
the porch serves as the bell-ringing chamber, so you walk
in through hanging ropes. On the western door jamb there
is a fine collection of 18th century graffiti. You step
into the deep silence of a building which is, to all
intents and purposes, a Victorian church within a
medieval shell. The reredos is identical to the one at
Culford, a couple of miles off. The pulpit is huge, with
an ornate staircase looking like something out of a
French cathedral.
Perhaps it
is the resonances of the early 20th century which are
strongest, though. The war memorial has a terrifying
number of names on it for such a tiny parish. At first, I
thought it was a roll of honour, but no - it lists the
dates of death. A small plaque commemorates a
fondly-remembered Rector from later in that century. The
royal arms of William IV survive from a hundred years or
so before.
Unlike its neighbour at
Ingham, Timworth church has a keyholder notice,
but this is exactly the kind of church which
should be open all the time. Almost everything
not nailed down has been taken by vandals and
thieves anyway. But what an act of witness to
strangers and pilgrims this building would be if
it was accessible for prayer and meditation! The
parish population is tiny, and only two local
residents still attend services here, other
members of the congregation coming in from
elsewhere. But the Church of England has begun to
understand that the primary purpose of its
existence is not to serve the Sunday club, but to
be a presence for all people. Now, increasing
numbers of remote, rural churches with tiny
congregations are altering their priorities to be
such a presence. How beautiful it would be if
that could happen here.
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Simon
Knott, 2008
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