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Day Three, Tostock, continued
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| This ancient turreted stairs leads to the bell loft in the tower of St. Andrews | The worn steps are still solid. |
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| I'm standing on a ladder from an intermediate tower platform, looking up at the bell frame. The ladder above leads to the tower roof. | Now I'm looking down at the ladder we came up to get to the bells. |
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| My foot is on the frame between two bells. Getting around up there takes some clambering. | A bell hangs on its wheel below my foot, which is in midair. |
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Lionel squeezes down to clean up feathers and debris the ravens shove through the screens on the tower openings.
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A look at the mechanics of a peal bell. |
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| This old bell hangs alone, not on a wheel. It is seldom rung. | Corn on the cob fresh from the garden for dinner. You can't beat that!! |
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Day Four, Tostock
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| I spent some time in the morning just wandering around Tostock photographing my favorite places there. Here is St. Andrews bell tower showing the exterior turreted staircase. | Brick, flint, and wood create a decorative wall design and handsome St. Andrew's entrance door. |
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| More attractive medieval decoration at St. Andrew's. | Rose hips from a village hedge. |
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| A pastoral along a Tostock lane. | Lavender along Sandlappers driveway. |
