Dorset 2011 – St Catherine’s Chapel

On a whim we stopped in Abbotsbury (a place of pilgrimage for P J Harvey fans). While Sarah and the girls went to the Children’s Farm, my Pa and I climbed up to St Catherine’s chapel (this meant that I missed miniature goat racing, but you can’t have it all).
[I’m not sure what the Benedictines would have thought about their tithe barn being full of marauding toddlers, but that’s another story.]
The chapel was built as a pilgrin chapel in the 15th century. It’s a striking nautical landmark, and ever since he first saw it from the sea he’s wanted to visit it.
Sadly, the day was very hazy, so the view wasn’t that great. It was lovely seeing the village nestled in the valley.
For a pilgrimage chapel, the climb isn’t that steep.
It’s a beautiful building…
…and it seems right that it stands alone.
The beautiful vaulting made my soul soar.
The atmosphere is wonderful…
…and I’m so glad that it’s still used for services.
I realise that this will sound a bit ‘up my own arse’, but it was very hard to leave.
Chesil Beach and The Fleet looked beautiful in the haze – how lovely must it be on a clear day?