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The Church of John Baptist, Cirencester

Last week we had a flying visit to Cirencester.  We had about an hour to look around.  There was a small market in the centre of the town, which offered up fantastic honey from Wainwrights Bee Farm.  I bought a jar of Welsh heather honey, which has a very delicious strong flavour, which, curiously, seems very different from Scottish heather honey!  There was also a Syrian gentleman selling a small selection of foods from home, which were also extremely yummy!  
 We spent most of our time in the medieval Church of St John Baptist, in the market square. 
 Lots of knitted poppies piled on top of an old trolley were still commemorating Remembrance Sunday.
Two votive candles lit for my beloved sister, Lucy, and my much loved cousin, Jane.  
St John's is a particularly beautiful church, with ornate stonework, ancient wall paintings, brasses set into the floor of one of the side chapels, and decorative angels.  At the moment there is a huge number of small, sparkling Christmas trees, each sponsored by a different charities.
The painting below is set high up in the main body of the church.  The minister told me it depicted Noah.  One of the guides in the church differed.  He said it was Thomas A'Becket.  I think I rather set the cat amongst the pigeons as they both stood their ground, so I tiptoed away quietly and left them to it!  Personally I think the minister is probably right.  You can just about see a dove with a leaf in its beak, and there's an old chap just to its left.  I reckon that's Noah!

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