Beeston-next-Mileham Little Dunham Necton Wellingham
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St Mary, Beeston-next-Mileham
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Halfway along a lane that seemed to exist for no reason at all, like a beacon against the north, we came to the hulk of St Mary, Beeston-next-Mileham. The village, or what remains of it, is a couple of miles off, so all we could hear was birdsong and the occasional distant grumble of sheep. Such large churches are, of course, not unusual in Norfolk, but it is uncommon to find one so remote from civilisation. Even Salle, famously the cathedral of the fields, has a cricket pitch and village hall beside it. Here, there was nothing, except us, the sheep and the warm windless air.
The banded brick spire is unusual both in design and in that it exists at all. It dates from the 1870s, replacing a more familiarly East Anglian spire and cupola that were destroyed in a storm. There is a brooding Victorian sadness about it, perfectly in keeping with the setting and interior, as we shall see.
The churchyard is fenced into sectors for grazing sheep, so you need to be quite athletic to do a circumnavigation of the church. When you do you can see that there was plenty of money here in the early 14th and early 15th centuries. Before the Black Death they built the tower and aisles, and perhaps a clerestory. A hundred years later the roof and present clerestory were added, and the tower refashioned. The whole piece just sits there now, as if for hundreds of years it has been waiting for something to happen.
You enter through the north porch, and you will need to find out the combination of the key lock in the porch from a churchwarden first. This seemed to me a sensible way of ordering things in such a remote place, so that regular visitors can come and go as they please, while new visitors must make themselves known.
The interior is breathtaking. Quite literally. I suffer with athsma, and had not stepped into such a damp church before. The brick floor at the west end of the nave is green; beautiful, but deadly. Even the font has begun to succumb. I had to concentrate on my breathing. And yet I would not have wanted you to think that this felt like a neglected church; rather, it seemed as though organic, at one with the land around and beneath it. Above, the glorious 15th century hammer beam roof and the contemporary benches were silvery with age. At least one of our party found it a sad place, and I too felt infected with a brooding that comes with grief at a loss. But it is, undoubtedly, beautiful.
Above the chancel arch, the window that back-lit the rood has been filled with garish purple glass, very curious and more than a bit unfortunate. There was a fashion for this kind of glass at a certain point in the late 19th century (at its worst, see Wiveton). Below it, there is a pair of unusual scrolls, a rectangular space between them. This was the setting for the royal arms, now preserved in the south aisle. At the time a set of arms was first put in place, a man called John Forbye donated a set of stalls. these have gone, but the Latin inscription remembering the event remains.
The Victorians made do and mended here rather than indulging in a full-scale restoration. But in such a big church with such a sparse congregation, that would have been expensive, and so Beeston, like Blythburgh and Salthouse, benefited from the mercy of neglect. In a busier place, they would probably have repaired the rood screen, which looks very odd with the spikes of its coving sticking up into thin air. It is a strange delight, the carvings including mythical creatures and a mythical Saint, St George. The panels, in which the figures are set curiously in a courtyard with a brick wall behind and gardens beyond, include a touching St Agnes, and the parclose screens offset the whole of the east end in a charming way. This church is not redundant, but it already felt like a Churches Conservation Trust church, as if this was the best way of maintaining buildings like this one. It was hard to imagine a service taking place here, but they still did, in the chancel apparently, several times a month.
Done, we set off in the direction of the Dunhams, a gentle return to the 21st century from this place apart. And yet, this parish has touched the modern world at least once in a brash and unexpected way. Beeston-next-Mileham was the birthplace of 'Gipsy' Jem Mace, heavyweight boxing champion of the world in the 1870s. He spent most of his life in America, and is buried in Liverpool, but a stone here remembers him; and Mortlock was delighted to discover, across the path, another headstone to a certain 'Henry Cooper'. Serendipity. And all about, the silence continued.
In late May 2005, I visited this church again. It was almost exactly two years later. A new sign on the gate said that the church is no longer opened except when someone is in attendance; it suggested that visitors should come to a service if they want to see inside. The reason it gave was a series of thefts; but when we let ourselves in there appeared to be a more likely reason.
It seemed to me that nothing had been done here at all since my last visit, except that all the benches and parclose screens have been roped off as dangerous. The woodwork is in a terrible state. It seemed that nothing has been cleaned for several years; the benches were filthy, spattered with bird mess, and there are bat droppings all around. The floors are damper than two years previously. The 15th century crocketted font cover is still under the tower. St Mary is suffering serious neglect, and I imagine that visitors are being kept out for their own safety, because it really is a health hazard.
As the Church of England undergoes a period of managed decline, it has generally been careful to safeguard the future of its less necessary buildings. I have to say that this is not happening here. For whatever reason, what appears to be a slow withdrawal from this church is making it increasingly vulnerable.
Thanks to the ban on visitors, there are now few names in the visitors book compared with two years ago. The visitors before us, some six weeks previously, wrote simply Please save this church! Someone wrote to me recently suggesting that part of the blame must be put at the feet of the Church Society Trust, who present to the living here. But in my experience, such thorough-going evangelicals would at least make an effort to keep the place clean; after all, cleanliness is next to...
A reminder of former glories can still be found in a frame on the north wall. Some ten years ago, this church was the venue for a concert given by Dame Kiri Te Kanawa in the presence of the Prince of Wales. Hard to imagine, now.
And then, in March 2006 I received a message from Mike Simpkins, a member of the churchcrawler yahoogroup. He wrote I visited yesterday and allowed myself two hours to do everything I could to gain access ( am trying to visit all 1000 of Simon Jenkins amongst others) but had low expectations. Anyway I found the church door unlocked and surveyors in attendance discussing the major renovations about to start.Whilst there is still no public access apart from services and little to see as everything apart from the chancel, where all services are held is sheeted, there is a plan and apparently a 2 year timescale for a major repair.
In April 2006, Tom and I visited, and found work well underway. I took these photographs below, deciding to come back and check on progress later in the year.
In the end, it was more than a year until I came back to Beeston-next-Mileham. In July 2007, one of the rare days of that month which was dry, and the sun shone, Peter and I took the lonely road from Great Dunham. In the distance, the treetops around ruined Kempstone boiled in the clean light, and a rooftop towards Mileham gleamed.
There were channels being dug outside the church, presumably for drainage. We let ourselves into the church, into that familiar Beeston-next-Mileham smell of warm earth and damp. The nave was as full of scaffolding as it had been more than a year previously, although now all the plastic protective wrapping on the woodwork and font had been removed, and was draped on the scaffolding above. Much work seemed to be still afoot, and looking up the ceiling was completely obscured by boarding.
Simon Knott, November 2004, updated April 2006, July 2007
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