Here be Tim and Erin on a church-crawl, peering out from behind the shamelessly over-the-top south door (which dates from around 1120 CE) at Kirby Bedon St. Andrew's Church.
Dig those doubled-over C-straps! That blacksmith was trippin' balls!
Anyhoo … That's not why we're here. Take a look to the right of the cushion capital of the right-hand pilaster and you'll see what was quite common on mediæval churches: a sweet little sundial.
Here's a closer look at it.
To check when to start the service, they'd stick a stick in the hole and read off the time, though only of course if the sun was shining.
Trouble is, someone built a porch over the door in the fifteenth century and the poor little sundial has not worked since. Starved of sunshine it has sat sadly these six-hundred years, recklessly robbed of its raison d'être.
Sometimes, I surprise even myself at the sheer, mind-numbing dullness of things that fascinate me.