You know when you drive past a house, a place, a road, somewhere that you always tell yourself you should visit because it intrigues you……
Well, today, Daisy and I went to look at a small derelict kirk up on the hill that is a few miles down the road from where we live. I must have driven past it a thousand times and I have always wanted to go inside.
Outside the front door – untamed rosa rugosa (beach rose) and sheep wool were tangled together like a scene from Great Expectations – the bit when Pip goes to see Miss Haversham.
We clambered through and opened the front door.
The kirk was in a bad way.
Some of the walls were back to the original lathe and plaster.
Most of the glass in the windows had gone – a bird flew through obviously very used to the escape route.
We found this nest later.
The view from the pulpit.
On the pulpit were three books. Two Bibles.
And a fascinating Scottish Psalter.
Is this instruction of how to sing the Psalms, ie when to change key? I have never seen music written out like this before.
We were not irreverant or disrespectful in any way – there was still a sense of peace and prayer in the kirk even though we found out later that the last congregation to attend was in 1980.
In the back room, we found the last remnants of worship.
I think these were envelopes for putting money in if you missed a service.
The Communion wine?
I said to Daisy “Oooh, a cross” and she replied “No, it’s part of a window”. Me told then.
Once outside, we carefully shut the door properly, bolting it against the destructive Shetland wind.
And had a wander around the outside.
I am glad we went in and saw this kirk. I love exploring and I love local history.
I found this information on t’net.