Can you imagine how much it easier it might be to take toddlers to a place of worship if they all had family pews like this?
This is Graveney church and it still has the original, boxed pews in place. So you could pack your whole family in, shut the door and stop them from rushing up and down the aisles and round the back of the altar.
Of course, there's nothing to stop your child from screaming blue murder during the service, but at least noone could be entirely sure if its your child making the noise. I'd enjoy saying things in a loud whisper, like 'How terrible. I hope all that noise doesn't upset our darling, quiet Peaches.'
This church is in the countryside between Whitstable and Faversham. We took Peaches and our great-niece V along to its open day last Saturday. V was also very taken with the pews, but she saw them as an opportunity for nap more than a play.
After getting all the joy possible out of the boxed pews, we settled the girls at a couple of old school desks. While Peaches scribbled, V wrote a story. It was fantastic - all about Peaches being a clever little girl who could 'walk, tork (sic) and run', who went to a 'cherch' with her friend V and then went home. 'The end'.I was very impressed with the story telling. Would you have pointed out the mistakes? I felt it was more appropriate to be encouraging. If it was Peaches and we were at home, I might have said something, but I didn't want to rain on V's very fabulous parade.
Then we went for a romp around the graveyard. Indulge me while I point out Peaches' knitted smock - made by her babysitter, Lindiloo. I love it. A very groovy colour and in a chunky, but silky yarn. There's also a rounded patch pocket on the left hand side. Very handy for distracting Peaches with pebbles and bits and pieces, especially when she'd otherwise be trying to run out on to a road.
Later that afternoon, Recaro gave Peaches a strawberry ice cream. I've now got a major handwash challenge ahead of me since most of that went down her top. Ah well, summers are made for ice cream.
Finally, this churchyard is so traditional there really are graves where the dead are pushing up the daisies.
This is exactly the kind of shot I wanted to take when I got my new camera. I have a feeling you'll see a lot of flower photos from now on.