Monyash is a village in Derbyshire with direct family connections.
In fact it also led to some kind of wash sink.
It also led to hilarity as two people tried to get through the squeeze.
Nearby was a small village green with what looked an old monument.
The pub, with ancient blocked door stood by the green.
Morris men were arriving and considerably later we saw them performing outside the Queen’s Arms.
Oh yes, there seemed to be a bikers’ convention as well.
This is Monyash Church which would have been despised by my wife’s relatives from 300 years earlier. Cornelius’s mother, Alice – my wife’s direct ancestor – was a feisty lady who disrupted services…
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