Histon Parish Church

This church is in the village where I lived as a teenager until I went away to college and then other places. My parents were there for longer and then they moved away too. The main reason for the detour today was to visit the grave of my brother who tragically died in a drowning accident when he was18; also my parents are there.
The church is where I spent much of my free time singing in the choir and ringing the church bells - it was at Histon where I learned the art of campanology. Happy teenage years.