I find that there is something soothing about the sound of church bells resonating across the village green on a balmy summer's day, as the last wickets fall to the victorious team and the farmers settle down on the benches outside the Rose and Crown to sup their light ale.
Church bells always evoke the same image for me, of a gentler, less frenetic age, now lost forever by the march of progress ; whatever that means.
Church bells always evoke the same image for me, of a gentler, less frenetic age, now lost forever by the march of progress ; whatever that means.
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