'Virtual' Tour of Turvey Church Part 7
Outside the Church
The churchyard.
Turvey Churchyard.
The Lych Gate.
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Lion-like gargoyle.
Cheeky gargoyle!
Box hedges.
RESTORED BY
CHARLES T.  LINDSELL
IN MEMORY OF HIS ONLY DAUGHTER
MARJORIE TOWER HYLAND
AND HER THREE CHILDREN
DROWNED OFF THE COAST OF NEW GUINEA
JANY 25TH 1925
The beauty of  All Saints, Turvey does not end when you leave the church building.  The churchyard, with its neatly trimmed box hedges and soft coloured stones is a traditional English graveyard.
A lion-faced corbel on the outside of the church - don't worry he doesn't really blink at you!

For pictures of the other corbels and gargoyles, please click here!
This is a gorgeous box-hedge just as you leave the lych gate.  In the background you can see the chimneys of the Rectory.
This is the Longuet Higgins' Mausoleum where many members of the family have been buried since the 1800's.  For more pictures and details - click on the picture!
The beautiful lych gate was originally constructed in 1856 and was restored by Charle Lindsell in 1925.  The inscription above is on a plaque inside the lych gate on the left.  Lych is an old English word for a corpse and the lych gate was originally a place where the burial party and ministers could await the deceased in inclement weather.
I would like to include the inscriptions from some of the many old tombstones in the churchyard.  I will start adding them as soon as time allows - if anyone out there has any then I would be happy (and grateful) to include them.

There are also graves in the cemetery up Carlton Road. Click the word for more details.
I do hope you enjoyed this brief tour of the beautiful church.
Looking back throught the lych gate to the churchyard and church.
There was once a stone in the North East corner of the Churchyard, which cheerily read:
This stone is placed to mark the spot where the decayed remains of many bodies are buried which were found near this place without any memorial in the year 1825.  Silent in death, forgotten and unknown.  The mouldering relicts of a former age lie mingled here until that solemn day when the dread sound fof the arch angels trump shall bid them hasten to the judgement seat and thou lone wanderer must meet them there.