Added a couple of more pics to this blog, one so you can see how lavish the entrance is for such a simple church and two to show the Yew tree in the graveyard .

Yesterday, late afternoon, Julie  took me on a interesting walk over Bleadon Hill and down into the village of Christon, Somerset, she wanted me to see the lovely little church there. The Church, dedicated to the Blessed Virgin Mary, is from the 12th century and has an amazing atmosphere. Inside it is quaint and charming, the archway over the door is beautiful, but this is not what I am going to tell you about.
It was when I put my hand on the ancient Yew tree in the grave yard, that I was gifted something far more interesting, a vision.
I was sitting beside the tree and two fine gentlemen on robust horses approached me. not exactly sure what time it was, but by the clothes maybe13th, 14th century. One of these aristocratic types spoke.
" You there, on your way. Your sort are not welcome here, best you head to Glastonbury, where they tolerate misfits. If I find you here tomorrow there will be trouble."
They spurred their horses and galloped off.
It was so real it freaked me out, I told Julie I heard the name Terence mentioned but not sure. I went home where more visions came to me. I know that whenever I pass Crooks Peak on the M5 motorway I go cold and feel a dark oppressive feeling come over me, this is the Mendip hill that over looks the village of Christon. I researched this village and the manor near abouts and this is what I found out.
In 1225 Gervase de Sparkford gave the manor of Lokeston as his daughter Jordana's dowry to Philip de Insula. Around 1311 William de Weylande held land in Loxton and in 1336 he had the "right of free warren", namely the right to kill game within the manor. He and his descendants were lords of the manor until about 1385.