The Click of the Latch

I saw a very apt description of exploring English parish churches referring to the anticipation of the click of the latch on the door as you go in, not knowing what you will find. Each one different but with a reassuring similarity.

I stopped on my bike today for a look in this one and loved the light coming through the windows (also see extra). 

Oh, by the way, the chain broke on my bike and guess what - I managed to mend it. Then my hands were covered in grease but a kind farmer let me wash my hands in a sink in his barn complete with a Swarfega dispenser. 

Jolly decent, eh.