In the land of my father

Took a trip up to Chesterfield today, the birth and burial place of my dad. As I was fighting with the wind, trying to stop it from whipping the flowers out of my hands , I had to remonstrate with him a bit on his choice of internment. ( He's with his parents, so I do understand really, it was just SO windy! ) I was quite impressed with my flower display once I'd done it, but wasn't sure on posting up a grave blip, so had already planned to blip Chesterfield's crooked spire.

After a coffee at one of my cousin's, we made our way to the church. It's a difficult one to get a full shot of as it's in the centre of town and has been closely built up around it.

The spire is crooked because the Devil had been resting on it and as he took off again to continue his flight, he forgot his tail was wrapped around it, hence it twisted the spire. Well, that's what my dad said, so it must be true.