July 3, 2006

You can't swing a dead cat in England without hitting a church of some sort; what's interesting about this one is just how close to the beach it is, and what it's done with the tower, which is separate and pasted into the side of the hill. (You can see the tip of it in the top photo.) According to the guidebook, the building is mainly from the 15th century, but it has "13th/14th century features." My scant knowledge of architecture fails me here. 

This second photo is of the foyer entrance. A bowl of water had been left out for dogs, but the door in the picture was locked. I don't know if those are original beams, but the intricacy of the carving in the center leads me to believe they might be.

Third photo: The tower. Also locked. It looks like it's being slowly swallowed by the hillside.
 
In the cemetery. I tried a flash, but it didn't take, and so things are a little dark. The statue is probably meant to be a saint welcoming people, but frankly it looks like a resident of Vesuvius who didn't get out in time.
And the view from the other side of the cove. It was drizzling on and off at this point, and I decided to keep moving after stopping at a little cafe for postcards and a soda.