St Michael, Cookley |
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Follow these journeys as they happen at Last Of England Twitter. I remember the first
time I came this way, one hot summer afternoon towards
the end of the 20th Century. I'd set off from Halesworth
railway station on my bike, and taken a mazy,
stopping route around the churches of Spexhall, Wissett,
Chediston and Linstead. As I travelled, the villages got
smaller, the lanes narrower and lonelier. And, at last, I
came to Cookley - the church, and a few houses, for that
was all there was. A hamlet really, with a second small
settlement on the other side of a wide common, and a few
other cottages and farmhouses scattered over the wide
parish. St Michael is the only building of note, and is
rather oddly set, because it is at the back of the garden
of one of the cottages. You have to walk through the
garden to reach the church. Elsewhere in Suffolk
something similar exists at Chelsworth and Kettleburgh,
and must once have been more common, a survival of what
many villages were like in the days before public
highways and tarmac roads. The patron of the church at the time of the 1890s restoration was Thomas Day Turner, vicar of Flixton St Mary, but perhaps he found himself here without the money to achieve anything as dramatic as happened at that church. However, there is still much of interest. Stepping through the curtain into Cautley's very ugly vestry you can turn back and see the original Norman north doorway of the church. At the west end of the nave is a good example of a typical 15th Century East Anglian font, angels holding shields alternating with lions around the bowl. Some of the bench ends at this end of the nave are old, and there are some survivals from a Seven Deadly Sins sequence. A man falls asleep while praying the rosary, and a devil writes his sin on a scroll. Bolted to the wall on
the south side of the chancel arch is an upright from the
15th Century roodscreen. Cautley had identified it in the
structure of a chicken-shed at Huntingfield and had it
removed and brought back to the church. You can imagine
the great man red-faced and blustering at reluctant
farm-hands. When I first came here in the 1990s the
upright was leaning up against the wall, an ancient
typewritten slip of paper sellotaped to it as a label,
explaining what it was. The label fell off when I lifted
the upright to test its weight. I pressed it back on, but
on a visit soon afterwards noticed that it was no longer
there, having been swept up by an enthusiastic cleaner I
shouldn't wonder. It occured to me later that Cautley had
probably typed it out and stuck it on himself. Simon Knott, March 2022 Follow these journeys as they happen at Last Of England Twitter. |
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