A
quaint rural village shelters among trees in a rather flat landscape, almost
untouched by development. In August, one wakes up to discover a dense mist
often shrouding the parish. This gives a ghostly impression to the NG Church
made of sturdy blocks of local sandstone and the 100 odd year old construction
seems to float airily in the morning light filtering through the trees and grass.
We explored the streets where the mist still lingered, slowly revealing the
profusion of flowers covering the small holdings while the sound of sheep and
roosters calling the sun slowly wakes up this sleepy community.
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