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St Mary's Church, Aldworth, Berks is rated three stars in Simon Jenkins 'England's Thousand Best Churches'. I particularly loved the shape and tone of the church exterior. The interior, of course, holds the Aldworth Giants - effigies carved between 1300-1350, of the De La Beche Family (a Norman family who owned land in Berkshire, England). Apparently they're 'giants' because they depict a family that stood above average height, in Medieval England. Other @HimInChurch videos relating to Berkshire Churches • Explore Berkshire Churches | Church Tours ... Also, here - in the graveyard, is the grave of Poet Laurence Binyon, who wrote the famous poem, below: 'For the Fallen' With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted; They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain; As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain. Let us transport you from your sofa (?) and explore this historic place together. @HimInChurch Details https://www.britainexpress.com/attrac... https://www.berkshirehistory.com/chur... https://www.berkshirehistory.com/chur... https://www.aldworthvillage.org/index... https://www.aldworthvillage.org/index... https://www.lovebritishhistory.co.uk/... https://westberksvillagers.com/st-mar... https://www.getreading.co.uk/news/ber... http://berkshiredownsvillages.co.uk/A... https://wokingham.today/there-be-gian... Laurence Binyon https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laurenc... • For The Fallen By Laurence Binyon | Perfor...