You'd think I could hold a camera reasonably straight after taking maybe half a million pictures but no, still no. This is a church near me. I pass it on the way to and from work. St Peter's, 11th Century. I like it. The worn stone, the colour. It's not an affluent area. It's set on a bank, several feet above the surrounding road and buildings and has a line of tall trees and some railings in front. I think of John Betjeman* as I sometimes hear a modest, sweet sounding bell on the hours and wonder if it's from here. It's the nicest church bell I've heard, a tumbling, friendly call and does more for me than the grandest crashing of chimes at cathedrals ever did. It has a sense of quiet and prettiness here, and a sense of people. In the Elbow song, Starlings , Guy Garvey sings the wonderful line of wistfully dreaming of ' marriage in an orange grove '. If I was in that same situation I think this little church would do for me. *From SU