A few days just spent in Norfolk included a visit to the tiny village of Nordelph a few miles from Downham Market. It was here that the Uranian poet Edwin Emmanuel Bradford spent the lion's share of his clerical career. If you are looking at this slightly forbidding, bleak and isolated place and thinking this doesn't seem to be the kind of place that you would be posted to if you had a stellar career in the Church of England, you'd be right. Although, it's not clear exactly why Bradford ended up here it is very likely something to do with his sexuality.
The panoramic photo at the top is the view from the row of housing that makes up the village, across the creek and into the Norfolk flatlands. On Sunday, when I visited, it was a cold, clear, crisp day, it was possible, on a short visit to appreciate that there was some beauty in the flat, misty landscape but to live there and to serve the very few people of this tiny village from 1917 till his death in 1944 must have been a saintly labour. (and yes, that creek is actually frozen solid!) And yet, by all accounts Bradford was a humble, quiet and charming man. There is a little more about him and a couple of photos (the originals of which are now in my collection) on the Norfolk Churches site but on this visit I had hoped to see the crumbling and overgrown church but instead I found this: