I divide churches around here into pepperpots and bodkins. Ayia Sophia is a pepperpot high above the sea on the edge of a spur. In some ways it is more like a watchtower, looking sideways at other pepperpots like a line of warning beacons.
The Brompton climbed most of the way but insisted on walking up the steep concrete paths at the end. I noticed that the lookout firemen are up to full strength again: one on his phone and one on his back. In fairness, it is a good point to spot fires and I’m sure they would be up in a trice if required.
There are noticeably more abandoned cars on back roads – not all of them as longstanding and camouflaged as this one: