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All
Saints, Filby
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The
reorganisation of Norfolk parishes into group
benefices has helped secure the future of
churches that might have been made redundant
thirty years ago. Filby, famously, is part of the
Spies group of parishes, along with neighbouring
villages Burgess and Maclean. In more recent
times the parish of Blunt was added to the group,
and there's a fifth member too, but nobody seems
to agree on which it is. Not really,
of course. And the future of Filby was never in
doubt, because this is a large, lively village,
virtually a suburb of Caister. The church is a
big one, and it sits in the fields to the south
of the main street. If it isn't open, the key is
at the post office. This area of Norse placenames
is known as the Flegg, and there seems to have
been plenty of money about in this part of
Norfolk in the last quarter of the 19th century.
This has resulted in some massive restorations,
either from the plans, or under the watchful eye,
of Herbert Green, Diocesan architect.
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Generally,
the results are both good and bad; some churches have
marvellous glass, especially from the 1880-1930 period,
but the interiors of the buildings are generally dour,
and scoured of any character. These qualities are
certainly apparent at Filby. With one glorious exception,
there is an anonymity to the interior, which is a pity,
because the exterior is pleasing, despite the replacement
windows. There is a grandness softened by the thatch of
the nave, and the clerestory peeping above the aisle is a
fine Early English moment.
The saving
grace, and it is a great one, is apparent the moment you
step through the west doors, because All Saints is one of
the few East Anglian churches that you enter from the
west. The space beneath the tower is vast, the tower arch
as high as the nave roof, and it is reminiscent of
stepping into Salle.
Few of the
churches in the Flegg have medieval survivals of any
significance; but Filby does. This is the area's best
15th century roodscreen dado. It is painted with eight
figures, and they really are in excellent condition, the
style strongly reminiscent of the screen at Ranworth.
From north to south, the panels feature St Cecilia with
her floral wreath, St George killing a dragon, St
Catherine with her sword and wheel, St Peter with his
keys, St Paul with his sword and book, St Margaret
killing a dragon, St Michael weighing souls, and St
Barbara holding a tower. This is a textbook example of
the way Saints are set in pairs across the screen,
working from the outside in, thus Barbara and Cecilia,
Michael and George, Margaret and Catherine, Paul and
Peter.
There's
more good late 19th century glass in this corner of
Norfolk than any other, but Filby has something special
from a few years earlier. This is a sequence in the north
aisle from the 1850s, of French glass in the 13th century
cathedral style. We were here quite late in the
afternoon, and the glass on the south side was difficult
to photograph, but this is also very good. The best of
all is the east window of the south aisle, featuring the
women at the tomb in the lower level, and the risen
Christ in the upper. In fact, the only weakness here is
in the east window of the chancel. It includes one of
those unfortunate 'trampolining Jesus' images of the
Ascension, and the figures are more stilted.
The light
switches are locked away in the vestry, and so we were
unable to illuminate the nave, which in its vast
gloominess was rather a cold place. The chancel is
lighter, and here are two whacking great early 19th
century memorials featuring figures that are almost
life-size.
The
lectern is a 19th century imitation of the great 15th
century latten eagle types you find at Redenhall, Walpole
St Peter and elsewhere. The Victorians went one better
with the font, using a genuine 13th century Purbeck
marble font, polishing it up and resetting it on a
collonade, making the medieval look Victorian rather than
the other way around. Not far off is a genuine medieval
survival, the iron-banded door to the tower. You wouldn't
get through that in a hurry.
Simon Knott, March 2006
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