Maybe because of the stone circle, Upper Swallow has always attracted more than its fair share of weirdoes. This is on the door of one of the houses in Main Street. I have never seen anyone enter that door, and I've never been moved to go to one of their services. I used to go to Sunday School of course and I go to church on Christmas Even sometimes at midnight, though I'm usually drunk then.
Them youngsters who hang around the war memorial smoking or who spend their time driving their beat up old cars around the village too fast should get some religion. Better for them than their fancy Es and Whizz (so I'm told)
By the way, though it looks like the door's hanging off in this photo, it's not - I just took it while I was standing on a slant.
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