A little rummage through my desktop archives revealed some doors I photographed on a work trip I took to Dorchester back in June last year, when life was so much less complicated. Rather than feed you a diet of street art doors every week, I thought I’d switch it up a bit with this little collection. Enjoy.
So another week swiftly passes us by, but it is important that we stop and smell the flowers every now and again, otherwise what is the point?
If you have made it this far, you probably like doors and you really ought to take a look at the Norm 2.0 blog – the originator of Thursday Doors where there are links to yet more doors in the comments section at the end.
Last weekend we made a trip across the Severn Estuary to see some friends who recently moved to Wales. This was our first visit, and I am sure not our last. After lunch we went for a walk along the southern bank of Llangorse Lake and, of course, I managed to turn the whole thing into a bit of a doorscursion. I hope you enjoy these doors as much as I did.
Next week I will probably do a round up of my favourite doors of 2019, but until then, I wish you all a fabulous week.
In the meantime, you might like to take a look at the Norm 2.0 blog – the originator of Thursday Doors where there are links to yet more doors in the comments section at the end.
This amazing church is one of my favourite places in Bristol. Overlooked by many, it is a hidden jewel in the crown of the city, and I am certain most people simply walk past it without a second thought.
The correct name of the church is Church of St John the Baptist, but it derived its nickname from the fact that it was built onto the city wall in the 14th century. The church is long and rather narrow because it was built into the wall and its width dictated somewhat by it. The church is no longer active and is owned and looked after by the Churches conservation trust.
The archway in the middle under the tower and steeple is the last remaining gateway of the old city wall. The two side passageways were added I think in the 19th century and although they look authentic, were not part of the original church. Each of the side tunnels plays host to some murals that could probably do with a bit of a refresh if I am honest. The stairway on the right of the picture is the entrance to the church.
Once inside, you take a right turn and are immediately faced with a spectacular nave. On my most recent visit I was told that prior to the Reformation these spotless white walls would have been draped in all manner of artwork and furnishings and the place would have been heaving with atmosphere.
Oops – doors, I almost forgot…
From the entrance you can continue up into the tower (if you are lucky and the nice steward/warden lets you), rising up a second staircase, slipping to one side of the organ and climbing a further set of stairs, before entering into the bell tower.
One of the amazing features of this church is that some of the little rooms feel like they are exactly as they were forty or fifty years ago…time has stood still – there is something magical about this rather tatty, well-worn place.
The steward told me that I was welcome to ring some bells if I wanted to, but I bottled it…what if something went wrong?
There was a lovely slim ‘staff only’ door in the bell tower and I was desperate to take a little look, but again I decided I’d just leave it like it was.
At the ‘business end’ of the church there were two further doorways into a little ante-room where I guess the priest would prepare for his services, remember there are no side rooms in this church, everything lines up with the course of the city wall.
Looking down, the tiles are to die for.
Looking back in the other direction you can see the organ gallery and get a different perspective of the nave. Oh yes and there are some more doors…
Finally I’ll round off this post with a little sign in the church which although very pretty might not be entirely accurate on its dates.
And that’s it for another week – don’t expect anything like this many doors every time!
This really is one of my favourite doors…ever. It is a tiny door that accesses the crypt under the magnificent church of St John the Baptist. Behind the door…remember to duck…steps lead down into a vaulted crypt, a quiet and peaceful place that is opened by the Churches Conservation trust (who own and curate the building) from time to time.
The church itself was built into the city walls in the fourteenth century, and although alterations have been made, much of the original character of this building remains.
For me the door holds secrets behind it, secrets that only the curious enjoy.
The doors of this church have been boarded up since 1999 when it closed. In 2016 a fire caused structural damage to this listed building and I expect that is when this door was fitted.
The building has not had the easiest of times, having been hit by an incendiary bomb in 1941 during the Bristol blitz. There is more interesting information about this church on the short Wikipedia page.