
I’ve posted pictures of St Andrew’s Church and churchyard many times. I finally went in and took some pictures.
It’s hard not to think of Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard on a chilly late Autumn afternoon when you see your shadow on a tombstone. Equally hard to forget Mencken’s gloss on it: “There are no mute, inglorious Miltons, save in the hallucinations of poets. The one sound test of Milton is that he functions as a Milton.”
Farnham has been host (so to speak) to the church since as early as the 7th century.