It is a gloriously nippy day because we have driven up north to Yorkshire for the weekend. A walk in the green, green dales can only do us good, right? We drove last night for about four hours and passed through Derbyshire. Descending the hilly roads in the county, a crooked spire much like the twisty hat of a witch loomed up ahead. For me, the market town of Chesterfield has become synonymous with its crooked spire.
One Samuel Bromley even wrote a few lines for it in the mid-19th century.
“Its ponderous steeple, pillared in the sky,
Rises with twist in pyramidal form,
And threatens danger to the timid eye
That climbs in wonder.”
I don’t know about ‘danger to the timid eye’ but it certainly challenges the mind to come up with stories or go with legends that come with it. St Mary and All Saints is…
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