Welcome to the Parish Church of
All Saints' Doddinghurst

Tis winter and the fields are bare and waste
The air one mass of 'vapour clouds and storms'
The suns broad beams are buried and overcast
and chilly glooms the midday light deforms
Yet comfort now the social bosom warms
Friendship of nature which I hourly prove
Even in this winter scene of frost and storms
Bare fields the frozen lake and leafless grove
Are natures grand religion and true love

A few lines from The Winter Canto: Northborough By John Clare (1793-1864)

Rev'd Gill