A Steeple-less church. or at least on whose steepl

Tiring day. This was the end of it, walking the manic dogs down the road. I had driven past earlier and thought I had seen the church bells lying on the grass and wanted to check if they were still there in case we needed to move them to safety. In the end it was a loud hailer siren shaped like a bell which was a relief. This steeple did not fall in the earthquake but was damaged so was lifted down by crane the next day. The building looks relatively ok but one end is a bit cracked. It maybe one of few left so you hope they can save it.
Tiring and annoying sort of day. Adrenaline wearing off and cold reality of difficulties of life kicking in.
Early bed time required.