Absolutely lovely and so nostalgic for me living in Aus for 52 years. Dad was a whitechapel bell hanger till 1972 and apart from ringing tours i used to go with dad during school holidays and help him Apart from ringing bells up for dad i was the one who had to go down to the trucj to get all manner of stuff in luding clappers etc. I w9uld also explore the church and surrounds, the smell of cool stone and timber, the smell of grass and the bird song, i so wanted to live in places like this but alas had to return home to north London , with traffic street lamps and anti social behaviour. I remember going down to Devon and it was so rural and the only crimes seem to be somebody had pinched some turnips