The day the clocks go back brings a sense of disorientation. This is a story about how I overcame a cold and lethargy to go for a cycle ride, my destination the ruins of a church in Clophill, Bedfordshire. Old buildings evoke past lives, yet the church’s sad history includes vandalism and decline. Ultimately, cycling uplifts the narrator’s spirits, making the day worthwhile.
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Easter Sunday
On Easter Sunday 2025, I cycled through West Dorset, visiting small chapels and enjoying scenic views. I explored Buckland Ripers and Abbotsbury, witnessing environmental changes from ash dieback. I admired the valley of stones and concluded with a visit to a chapel in Corton before returning home, despite the overcast weather.