A trip to a Church
PurpleSole remarked one morning that he remembered visiting a church that had a nice tower. He suggested we take the kids there and see if we could take some photos.
I’m not sure what I envisaged when I heard church tower. But, a steep and narrow rough stone spiralled set of 89 stairs, 2 rickety wooden ladders and a hatch door was not it. There was a warning at the bottom suggesting among other things ‘Danger, climb at own risk’ and the fearful stair and ladder count. Also, that young children should not go up.
Facing some fears
Great so it’s me on my own. I have a fear of heights, ladders and I don’t particularly like narrow stairs. My brain kept telling me that this really wasn’t worth it. What on earth would I do if I got to the top and was too scared to come down. At that point another family weighed up the odds of the warning signs and decided they would risk it, so I went with them. In full knowledge that any chance of taking naughty photos would be demolished as I wouldn’t want to show off my rude parts in front of their children.
I am really glad I did it. Yes I was terrified and my body was shaking so much my phone nearly fell out of my pocket. But, I made it to the top. I defeated my fears. The view was fantastic.
The family I had clung onto though the climb were then going down again when I remembered something vital. PS had decided that I was to wear no knickers today. To get down the hatch and the two wooden ladders would be quite exposing of this fact. So I decided to hold back until they had gone, listen through the hatch to make sure they had gone past the bell platform and ladders. Fuck, I was on my own and had to climb back down this hell tower with no ones help. Also, there was no opportunity to take exposing photos at the top of the tower. It was very windy and the safety railing blocking the wall meant no where to rest the camera. Double fuck.
Descending the stairs was worse. No handrail meant I was gripping onto bricks just to steady myself as I went down. I did manage to take a couple of photos on the stairs. I was fairly near the bottom so feeling a bit braver perhaps. They are quite terrible quality as it was dark and cramped, but I tried to have a bit of fun.
Full of pride, I hugged PS and our children when I reached the bottom with actual tears in my eyes. I can’t relate how petrified I am of heights, narrow stairs and possibly falling to my death. PS then informed me that the church cleaning lady had gone and he wanted a picture in the pews.
I am not a religious person, I really hope my bottom in a sacred place doesn’t offend anyone that is.
This photo adds Church to our Scavenger Hunt list, if you would like to see our other entries please check them out here.
If you would like to take part in the Scavenger Hunt and I fully recommend it, take a look at the locations!