“Went to a local country house, Capesthorne Hall in Cheshire, for a classic car show with my husband. I eventually got bored with the cars and, dimly recollecting a former colleague whose family owns the place talking to me about a chapel there, I went in search of it. I was not expecting anything like this, but what struck me was not the history or the private wealth that had brought it into being, but the very obvious love and devotion to God that was present. Still used for daily worship, the prayers of the last three hundred years make for a very thin place.”
Submitted by Nädine Daniel.