My father grew up under the shadow of shandon and it was nice to return there with him. For once, we actually visited the church too. You can, for a small fee, go up the tower and have a go at ringing the bells, but we just looked around the church. Some nice windows and a neat little church without too much ostentation. There was a poignant memorial plaque to a former vicar who had died in a cholera epidemic.
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