My good friend Catholic and Welsh actually features it on his blog and so does Tony Layne (or, so I thought).
But Tony's chapel has too many windows for it to be St Non's.
And here is Tony's chapel, from where only he knows.....
You can, I trust see the similarity and how easily I was duped.
This ramble is by way of leading onto Impractical Catholic's excellent post today on holding hands at the Our Father (or, as we holy traditionalists say, the Pater Noster).
Sadly, it is one of life's pleasures that has passed me by and now, thanks to a Pope who is
Just think....no warm, moist limp hand contact with Mrs Overly-Leftwing, no dead fish contact with Mr Peadar O'File, the Irish maitre d'hote of all things parochial and no hands held high with Ms Cerys Mattick leader of the tambourine and spoons section of the parish
Oh, woe! Oh tragedy!