I thought I'd never been to Lyng before, but as we drove into the middle of the village and parked outside the pub, I recognised it. Over the years I have often taken the service bus from Norwich to Walsingham, and Lyng was one of the villages where it stops. I had seen it in the quiet of early morning, or in the crepescular gloom of early evening as I made my way home. It was rather startling to see that the sun shone here, and that people actually lived here. The pub looked very fine, and there are little lanes through the backs of houses that lead to the church beyond it. A curious building, because despite its textbook 15th century nave the church has a flavour of the 17th and 18th centuries about it - look at the tower and the gable of the porch.

I have to tell you that we could not get into the church.This wasn't the place's fault, and Peter was bemused, because it was the first time he'd ever found it locked. We tried the keyholder, who was out, but in any case I think there was work being done, and the church was probably locked for safety reasons. There's some old glass, and Farrer Bell's 1968 glass of St Margaret in the east window is highly spoken of. I will go back; until then, here are some of Peter's photos from an earlier visit.

Simon Knott, April 2006