This beautiful tiny church is in the small Sussex village of Lyminster. I’m sure people must have lived in this lovely area not far from the sea, but it’s known for a fact that Alfred the Great bequeathed the village of Lullyngminster to his nephew, Osfred. Nearly 170 years later it is mentioned in Domesday, but the site of the church dates back to the time of Osfred. The actual church today is very old, nearly a thousand years old, its walls dating from about the 1040’s and its supposedly the burial-place of St Cuthflæd. It is a Grade I listed building, so it is extremely important in terms of our heritage, as well as being no doubt extremely important to the parishioners.
The peaceful old graveyard contains many memorials to people from long ago, including my great-great-great-great-grandfather, my great-great-grandfather, and my great-grandfather. They were all named William, and the tradition continued to my uncle who was also a William; there it ended as he had daughters not sons, but my own sons’ middle name is William.
My grandfather aged about six, and the three other Williams
I don’t know if other members of the family were also buried there, certainly a great-great uncle was; so may of the gravestones were so encrusted with lichen that I couldn’t read who lay beneath. I wandered around in the sunshine, thinking what a beautiful and peaceful place it was.