Leaving my mother to sleep in and to explore the Crown premises,
I accompanied Don on a tour Sandon landmarks... starting with Sandon Hall.
After passing through the main gate to the estate  and over a livestock
grid we drove through flocks of sheep grazing on lush pasture land and
along the long winding "lane" to the gates of the stately Sandon Hall 
. After many more camera stops, during which I dazzled my tour guide
with an amazing display of broken field running through pasture obstacles,
farm gates and centuries-old headstones, we reached the magnificent Sandon
A chance meeting among the church cemetery headstones with the part-time
grounds keeper, Robert Selby, was a special treat . Robert wears
many hats -- he is a retired school master, a local historian & writer,
and chairman of the Sandon & District Legion. A few short weeks ago,
he and Legion secretary, Peter Berrisford, had sent me the formal invitation
to the Lancaster Memorial Service -- complete with map information
and full itinerary.
Resuming our tour of the many centuries-old stone church I learned
that various incarnations of the church on this site have provided a focal
point for local gatherings and worship since at least 1130 AD. Each
stone seemed to have a story to tell and I have stored many of them away
with my collection of pictures for future reference.
As I furiously snapped photos, Don supplied me with a wealth of historical
facts and vignettes about the church and local area. Indeed, as I stood
in the church yard and let my gaze fall across the full 360o
panorama, places and events of historical signifigance seemed to spring
from every point of the compass. He, Robert and Peter have written,
or are in the process of preparing numerous documents/books/websites on
the rich history of this colourful part of England.
The drive from the church took us along a scenic country road heavily
canopied with overhanging vegetation . Part way down this road Don pointed
out a large building which had been the village school at one time .
In fact, the first fear of more than one parent back in April 1945, upon
seeing the flames and hearing sounds of the crash, was that the Lancaster
had struck the school.