At the sign of the Barking lion...

St Andrew, Walberswick

At the sign of the Barking lion...

 

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Standing in the former sanctuary, looking west. Note the roofline and sanctuary bell window

From beside the north side of the sanctuary, looking south west.

The top of the tower.

Through the west window of the north aisle, looking east.

Above the porch, the tower rises.

The eastern end of the south aisle.

The sourth side of the chancel.

Outside the south of the sanctuary.

Inside the south of the sanctuary.

One of the Priest doors.

Edward Collins and John Taylor.

Inside the new church, looking east.

Ghost of the past - a brass indent in the nave.

Fishermen lost at sea.

The original pulpit and screen.

The original font.

Driftwood cross and supramensa.

Collected window fragments. Some pieces may date back to the early middle ages.

Looking west. Note the brass indents.

 

Through the east window. The ruins of Walberswick, and the little 1690s church to the left.

It wasn't unusual for 15th century Suffolk communities to rebuild their churches in the fashionable perpendicular style. Within ten miles, you can visit Blythburgh, Lowestoft St Margaret, Covehithe, and most famously Southwold. The same happened here - or, not quite. In those other parishes, the rebuilding of the church happened on the site of the old one, and often incorporated bits of the former fabric. Here, the new church replaced an old one that was more than a mile away.

We know a good bit about the old parish church of Walberswick, because records survive. We know about its bells and its thatched roof; we know about its images and stained glass windows. We know that, in 1492, the year Columbus first landed on the shores of the Americas, the new church built to replace it was completed. It was a grand affair, much on a scale with the other local churches previously mentioned.

Intriguingly, the tower of the new church is 70 years older. There was a chapel of ease to the old church on this site, and the tower was built to enhance it. The chapel was then demolished to make way for the new church. By the end of the 15th century, one of the grandest parish churches in England stood here. The windows, images and bells were moved here from the old church.

If you come here today, it may be because you are one of the Londoners discovering Walberswick, finding the charms that recently got it mentioned in a Sunday Colour Supplement as one of England's most fashionable watering holes, still cheaper than over-rated Southwold across the river. Or perhaps you are a Suffolker, and come because Walberswick is the world capital of crabbing. Whatever, the road into the village takes you past this church, and it must entrance you, it cannot fail to do so; today, St Andrew Walberswick is one of Suffolk's most dramatic ruins.

You approach from the south east, and the grand tower conceals the fact that the walls of the nave and chancel are a curtain, surrounding an open space. Within this is a smaller church, of little architectural interest, but of considerable social and historical significance. But let us examine the ruins first.

The ruins suggest a building so like Blythburgh and Southwold that, if we are familiar with those two churches, we can read the missing pieces in this one. The aisles continue almost to the eastern wall of the chancel. Altar piscinas give us a sense of the liturgical life of this place. The grand arrays of windows in the south and north aisles allow us to imagine it like Blythburgh, full of light. Those from the north aisle were taken out and placed in the north wall of the new, smaller church that huddles in the ruins. All the coloured glass has gone, destroyed by Puritans in April 1644. They were probably also responsible for removing the brasses that once sat in the indents in the aisle, although their loss may equally be the responsibility of 18th and 19th century 'collectors'.

There were Priest doors on both sides of the chancel; on your journey through the ruins, you walk in through one, and out through the other. There's another in the south side of the sanctuary.

What happened here? Within 50 years of this great Catholic church being erected in the 1490s, the Catholic church was driven from this land by the state centrist forces of Henry VIII and his children. Instead of living the colourful, sacramental life for which the building was erected, the parishioners became listeners, subject to the congregational, Anglican worship of the new church of England. Simply, there were not enough of them to sustain such a large building.

The 17th century's long years of puritan darkness only exacerbated the problem, and by the 1690s the parishioners asked permission to demolish the old church, and build a much smaller one in the ruins. Permission was granted, and this was done, with the proviso that the tower be retained as a landmark for ships at sea. The same thing happened just up the coast at Covehithe. The bells were sold off to fund the work.

As you wander among the ruins, you will find a plaque on the north side commemorating the churchwardens who ordered the destruction, and oversaw the building of the new church. Edward Collins & John Taylor churchwardens in the yeare when the church was rebuilt and in the eight year of the reign of our sovereign Lord King William the Third AD 1696. Enthusiastic Protestants, then, and perhaps we should not despair of them. After all, any Parish church is a document of the buffeting winds of history that have swept over Suffolk in the last thousand years. At worst, they were pragmatists, preparing a space that was fitting for the worship of the times.

The new church was built in the west end of the south aisle - the old structure completely dwarfs it, and if you stand at the west end of the old nave you are outside, gazing up at the impossibly high roofline with its sanctus bell window.

If you step into Collins and Taylor's little church, you find yourself in a space that feels older than the considerable 19th century restorations in the villages round about. The grand font will catch your eye, surviving as it does from the 15th century building. Intriguingly, it is set beside the remains of one of the pillars that divided the nave from the south aisle.

The church is full of moving little details; the memorials to fishermen lost at sea, the collection of medieval coloured glass rescued from the ruins and put together as a mosaic in the south aisle. The pulpit and the screen survive from the 15th century church, although the screen is only a remnant, of course. The pulpit sits on another pillar fragment. Most moving of all is the supermensa, set in the top of the altar; this was a consecrated stone slab used in medieval times by travelling priests. It was recovered from the ruins shortly before the Second World War. A simple, twisted driftwood cross stands on top of it.

The ruins here are haunting, not because they are ancient - they aren't. Rather, they give us a brief window into what happened in England between their construction in the 1490s, and their destruction 200 years later. They are a document of the English Reformation, and its uneasy years of settlement. This is high drama indeed.

St Andrew, Walberswick, is on the main road into the village from the A12, just to the south of Blythburgh. I have never found this church locked.