Sleeping in a car is very thirsty work! My mouth was parched, and looking at the menu I couldn't wait for that Twinings Earl Grey tea - I knew it would do the trick. I was so impressed with the old silver tea set, and can I tell you? I had THREE lovely cups of tea out of that! We had home-made chicken pies and salad for lunch, and Stacey had a spinach Quiche - very tasty indeed!
After we had enjoyed our time around the table, we decided to go and have a look at the Little Church which was situated at the end of the garden, round about where the Cosmos were blooming!
In 1925, a young man called Llandaff Matthew was killed in a rock fall at a mine near Dundee in Natal, where he worked. He died a hero, saving trapped miners. The fact that this little church only seats 8 is no accident - this is the number of lives that Llandaff saved. His grief-stricken, widowed father wanted to have his son's life and heroice death commemorated with a plaque in the Catholic Church in Ladysmith. He was denied this, so he decided to build his own little church to his son's memory, modelling it on a wing of the Cardiff Cathedral in Wales. A year after his son's death, he joined the priesthood. This little church is a fully consecrated Catholic church and is the only privately owned Catholic church in the world. A regular service is held there once a month!
A shrine to the memory of Mary, Jesus' mother
A stained glass window
The garden is surrounded by oak trees and there are some old graves at the bottom of the yard. I did not see the grave of Llandaff, as I don't think he was buried there, but there were some with the surname Matthews. One grave in particular did not have a date on it, but I found it quite beautiful in it's "oldness" and I wonder who, or what this soldier was doing up there. He might have fought in the Anglo-Boer war, but the church was built after that so I am not sure. It fascinated me though ...
We left the Little Church feeling refreshed and ready to continue our journey. My last look at the garden, were these huge old oak trees and I couldn't help wondering what tales they could tell!