We took a
step back in time this week to visit a tiny Rutland village called Lyndon. It’s
located just south of Manton and it’s on Google Maps, but there are few
signposts and just a single-track road.
The village
is a mixture of stone-built houses with either thatched roofs or Collyweston
slate and the church is near the highest point surrounded by a small wood with
some fine specimen trees, including a couple of sequoia, a Cypress of Lebanon
and a Scots pine.
The village
has only 70 dwellings, a population of around 100 and all but a handful of
properties are owned by the Lyndon Estate. Here is a village organised in the
manner that most villages would have been 100 or more years ago. The “lord of
the manor” owned the lot, you paid your rent, you paid your respects and you
probably worked for your landlord (or one of his mates).
We were
there to visit the church, a trip organised by Peterborough U3A, and it’s a
lovely little church, named after St Martin, patron saint of France and founder
of the monastic movement. The church was built in the 13th and early
14th centuries and (like most churches) was restored during
Victorian times. The tower is 14th Century and still has large
sections of the original mediaeval rendering intact.
Cat (above) and man (below) on the south side of the church) |
There are
four large gargoyles incorporated into the drainage system from the nave roof.
They look slightly out of proportion on a relatively small church. There’s a
large cat (probably a lion) and a man on the south side and, on the north side,
there’s a large eagle head (very nicely carved) and an arsehole with the
drainpipe placed in the bum-hole. This is directly opposite the head of the
man, so we have his head on the south side and his bottom on the north. That’s
mediaeval humour for you!
Inside the
church, there are other, crude carvings of faces which look like skulls or apes.
The church is wonderfully light thanks to the clear glass windows. There’s just
one small stained-glass window in the west wall of the tower which was
installed during the Victorian renovation.
I liked the
memorial from the First World War. It lists the 14 men from the village who
went to war. None were killed in action, although one died later from his
wounds. There’s a list of priests, starting with Magister Stephen de Sandwich
in 1234, but ending at the Reformation when Henry VIII seized church property
and Lyndon was incorporated into Peterborough Diocese.
We were
offered a chance to go up the church tower, but it involved putting in place
and climbing an old, heavy ladder into the bell loft and no-one took up the
challenge. There are four bells, dating back to the reign of Elizabeth I, with
a couple re-cast in the Victorian restoration. They can still be rung, and
teams of bell-ringers visit the church from time to time.
Eagle (above) and arsehole (below) - mediaeval humour at its best. |
The font is
12th century. It’s a square stone bowl with crudely carved animals around
the outside. It was found buried in the churchyard during the Victorian restoration.
There’s also part of a cross displayed in the west window of the south aisle,
which was possibly part of the village cross that once stood by the crossroads.
It’s been dated to 1130.
When the Victorian
restoration took place, they installed pews, an organ and an alabaster pulpit –
very unusual for a village church. There’s also alabaster reredos (altar
screens) depicting the four evangelists in the centre and a couple of gruesome Old
Testament Bible stories either side. There’s the Passover on the north side,
with dead children lying everywhere, and Moses and the bronze snake on the
south side. This story (from Numbers) is a warning to moaning minnies
everywhere. The children of Israel are being led across the wilderness, they’re
getting fed up of eating manna and have no idea where they’re going, so they do
what anyone would do – complain about the lack of clarity from their leader and
ask for a more varied diet. Jehovah responds by sending down poisonous snakes
to bite them (which is a little harsh), but then gives Moses an antidote in the
form of a metal snake which will cure snakebite if the victim looks upon it.
The
evangelists – Matthew, Mark, Luke and John – are depicted as a winged man with
a book (Matthew), a winged lion (Mark), winged bull (Luke) and an eagle (which
comes with wings as standard) for John.
Moses and the metal snake |
The four evangelists |
The angel of death. You know it's Egypt because of the pyramids. |
One of
Lyndon’s famous sons was the squire Thomas Barker (1722-1809) who kept
detailed, daily weather records from the age of 14 for the following 60-plus
years. He recorded pressure, temperature, wind, rainfall and general weather
conditions; but also nature’s changes – the seasonal appearance of leaves,
flowers and birds; and the success and failure of his beehives and condition of
livestock. In 1749 he described a tornado that struck Lyndon. The recordings
survived and are now a valuable historic record for the study of climate change.
Thomas is buried in the churchyard, but his grave has been lost.
I was
chatting to the two women who served us with tea and coffee. I asked how they
managed to keep things going in a village of just 100 people, it was hard
enough in a village of 1,500 to find people to fill the various voluntary
positions. They said that the three of them basically ran the church and there
was a core of five people who did everything in the village that needed to be
done.
They knew
Thorney and one of them once had relatives farming in Thorney before going on
to Whittlesey. Being of farming stock, they’d lost land when Rutland Water was
flooded to create a reservoir. Two things grated – the poor price offered in
compensation and the fact that, although you could see the lake from Lyndon,
their water came via Severn Trent.
One lady
was called Clare and it was clear from the minutes of the Parochial Church Council annual
meeting (pinned outside) that she was Lady Clare Conant, resident of the manor
house and owner of the village and surrounding land. The estate has been in the
same family since the reign of Charles II (almost 400 years). Two brothers,
wealthy sheep farmers from Harringworth, bought the estate and built two manor
houses within sight of each other – one next to the church and the other on a
high point about half a mile away. The houses are identical and they are
smaller replicas of Thorpe Hall, the Carolean mansion house near Peterborough.
The Conants are now in residence, but the family name is much changed over the
generations – apparently, they were very bad at producing male children.
After tea
and scones, Clare Conant took us for a walk around the village, including the
garden of the manor house. It has some fine trees, a view toward Rutland Water
and a bamboo and water garden, although the water wasn’t flowing. The village
is very pretty. I had a look on the estate’s website and one of the thatched
cottages – the Old Post Office (three bedrooms and one en-suite) was offered
for £1,400 per month. That would just about get you a one-bed flat in an OK part
of London.
The only stained glass in the church |
Crudely carved face in the south porch |