Not far from where I live is a village called Muchelney. It's a quaint, very old place with old thatched cottages and ancient walls, hedgerows and gardens. It's classic 'English chocolate box' villageness. In Muchelney there is also a ruined abbey, another of Henry VIII's reformation casualties. (Interestingly, there was a television programme on at the week-end about all the wonderful and spectacular building works he commissioned and sponsored, yet there was no mention of all the destruction he sanctioned at the same time.)
Unusually, for an Easter week-end, it was gorgeous sunshine all the way here in the south-west of England so I wanted to make best use of my time by going out and taking photos. I hadn't been to Muchelney Abbey since I was a child, even though it's so close to home, and decided I should put that right. It was much, much smaller than I remembered, which isn't too much of a surprise as I'm much, much bigger now than when I was last there.
So, here we go.