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A quick Sunday morning stop at Easby Abbey, North Yorks.; Alternately known as the Abbey of St. Agatha. You know, the saint who holds her severed boobs on a plate as her attribute.

Catholicism really is so grim.
{Pierro della Francesca, ca. 1460-70}


Grey ceiling on the earth.


Well it's lasted for a while.


Happenstance set the vibe that we are in.


Tell me now, can you feel it ?


{I've been keeping company with ghosts.}


A village churchyard is filled with bones weeping in the grave.


A silver lining of clouds shines on people Jesus couldn't save.


And I'm grateful to whistle past the graveyard gate.


Deeper than bones.


Inside the medieval St. Agatha's Church,
thought to predate the abbey (founded 1152).


For thus faith...


The highlight was the medieval wall-paintings
of the chancel... dating to 1250 !!


They were whitewashed over during the Reformation.


And rediscovered by the Victorians.


Amazing.


Adam & Eve.


The Expulsion From The Garden.
xx