I can't, I admit it. I was foolhardy and arrogant. So I'm giving up, gathering what modicum of grace I can muster and admitting that Girton will always be a place apart, if for no other reason than I spent time here as a child.
The Girton I knew as a little girl hasn't yet gone. Outside the church is the *rec* where we used to chase each other with stinging nettles and push each other into the ditches. Funny what you remember.
Anyway this church certainly gave me lots of scope to practice taking pictures. The clergy and parishioners were particularly welcoming and I hope one day to come back and do the graffiti justice.