Okay, so the last picture was pushing the boundaries a bit... you may think the same about this one too....
Aldingham is a tiny hamlet of houses nestled in a tidal inlet along the coast road towards Barrow in Furness. The church, St Cuthberts, has been around since the 12th Century. There is even evidence earlier Anglo-Saxons as well as the memory of our Viking ancestors.
I remember it from my childhood, as my Grandfather’s favourite place to go and contemplate the world with a orange mivvi. He’d sit on the shore, staring past the crumbling groins across to the hazy skyline of Morecambe.
I got to run around and either collect pink shells or explore the churchyard stones that lean against the walls as if to fortify the magic of the place. The church always seemed to want me to go in, whispering to me as if it had some wonderful stories and lots of secrets. I was never allowed of course. ‘Not the place for children to play in.’ he’d say.
Anyway, enough rambling... save to say the place has always had something of a magnetic personality and all the photos I’ve seen and taken don’t seem to capture that emotional magic.
thanks for looking, and reading, if you've got this far.. helen
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