St George’s Church, Dunster

St George's Church - Dunster

The dreamy and historic village of Dunster, Somerset, England, is situated on the northeastern edge of Exmoor National Park. Like most villages, towns and cities in England there is a church at its heart. St George’s church in Dunster is in a prominent setting also like other towns and villages across the land. England’s rich history is entwined with religion. In fact, religion has shaped our country through the centuries to leave us with a fascinating and complex mixture of various Christian based faiths and buildings. The priory church of St George’s church in Dunster provides the perfect starting point to learn not only about this church and the Church of England in general, but, about Dunster and its associated history. Read on as this ‘education through exploration’ examines the fascinating St George’s Church.

Outside St George's Church

When arriving at a church one is normally drawn to its grand appearance, majestic architecture and lavish decorations (certainly true in some of the churches and cathedrals that have been recently visited – see elsewhere on Marks Meanderings) but St George’s church is not lavish or grand in appearance from ground level. St George’s Church is a reddish sandstone colour. Walking through the graveyard that surrounds it you may notice a preaching cross. This marks the spot where preachers addressed parishioners. As you walk around the church you will immediately notice a smallish tower in the middle of the church but it’s not until a postcard is examined that the layout of the church is revealed. Looking from above or flying over the building it appears that it has been constructed in the shape of a cross, and this is surely by design to represent the cross on which Christ was crucified.

St George's Church Nave

My church building education begins with a step inside St George’s church from the southern entrance. Entrance is made into the ‘nave’. Traditionally a ‘nave’ runs from the western entrance to the transepts (we will learn about these later). The axis for most ancient church buildings is east west. The nave (Latin for ship; think naval) is easily recognised as the place where a congregation generally sits. Historically, wooden pews were lined up either side of central aisle (a common set up in an English church) and some of these were boxed pews of which may remain. Large pillars support the structure (especially the roof), and pews often are designed to let the congregation see what happens without having their view obstructed. These days there are many places where individual seats are used, then stacked and stored for another service to allow visitors the freedom of the nave. The pillars at St George’s Church date back to the 15th century which was a wealthy period for Dunster and when wealth was invested in church building. In St George’s Church the ceiling and roof are of a fascinating timber construction where the trusses have been spread the length of it, and this, to my mind, is a perfect illustration of how roof construction takes place. On the western face of the church is the main entrance to the church, which is generally used on special occasions. The doors here are basically Norman but were heavily restored in 1860s. Surmounted above the door is a circular stained-glass window. Between the two entrances is the font (this holds the water used in Holy Baptism). You will generally find the font at the entrance to a church as when a baptism takes place it symbolises an individual being admitted into the church. At the opposite end but on the northern side is the pulpit (the pulpit being where sermons were generally delivered from). This pulpit dates to Victorian times.

The screen at St George's Church

As we leave the nave we come to the main educational point in this exploration, a beautifully carved timber frame that runs the entire width of the church. This ornate, timber partition is known as the ‘screen’ or ‘roodscreen’ (rood is derived from a Saxon word meaning cross) and the one at St George’s is rumoured to be the longest in England/Europe, depending on your source of information. The church was originally a priory church and the main religious centre in Dunster. As a result of Dunster’s newfound wealth, which came through the wool trade, there was a need for a church for the townsfolk. This dispute was settled after an arbitration at Glastonbury (I assume Glastonbury Abbey and that this was when the country was Roman Catholic, and abbeys were the power of the land (cathedrals didn’t really exist till Henry VIII pulled us out of Roman Catholic rule). A future visit to Glastonbury Abbey may shed some light on this).  The result of the tribunal ruled that the area to the east of the transepts should become the Priory Church with the remaining area (the nave) to be the Parish Church.

The Transepts at St George's Church

As we step through the beautifully carved screen (there is an abundance of these beautiful roodscreens in the West Country) we pass through the choir area and enter the ‘chancel’. This is the area of St George’s church, the centre of the cross as looking from above if we like, where the high altar is situated with the tower directly above. Then to the north and south of the chancel are what is referred to as the transepts. Transepts relate to the two parts forming the cross shape. The southern transept now houses a bookstall and a café with seating area. An additional chapel was added to the southern transept and eastern part of the church in the 14th century. This is known as St Lawrence Chapel.

High Altar

St Lawerence Chapel

Between the southern transept area and the chapel are other artefacts of interest – 3 chests, a tomb and a monument. The tomb and monument demand closer inspection. The Luttrell monument is raised to the memory of Thomas Luttrell, his wife and son (George) and wife. The tomb on the floor is that of Lady Elizabeth Luttrell mother of Sir Hugh Luttrell. This family name is  integral to Dreamy Dunster’s history, and one that I will certainly learn a lot more about as these meanderings progress.

The Priory Church

The eastern part of the St George’s church (or the top of the cross when looking from above) is known as the Priory Church. It also goes by the name of the Lutrell chapel. In the corner on the southern side of this church is a tomb, which is said to be the tomb of Lady Christian de Mohun, a name that will be referenced again as we broaden our explorations. Opposite her tomb is the tomb slab of Sir Hugh Luttrell and his wife Catherine de Beaumont. Sir Hugh was the first member of the family to take possession of the Dunster Estate, and don’t forget his mother’s tomb was in St Lawerence Chapel.

The de Mohun Chantry

This area of the church is located on the far northeastern corner of the church and was formerly known as the Holy Trinty Chantry. It is the only remaining chantry chapel of 3 that were part of the church. The chapel was founded in 1491 by Henry Franke (I can’t see a connection with the current name given to the chapel). An information board provided me with the following: ‘When a chantry chapel was founded and endowed, a priest, or chaplain, would be appointed to say prayers for the souls of the founders. The priest was appointed by Feoffors (trustees) and he was independent of the church’s incumbent’.

Summary

Thus concludes my exploration of the Church of St George in Dunster. It has been a fascinating experience, and I have learned more as I have explored in more detail than when I have visited other churches. I am beginning to come to terms like nave, chancel, roodscreen, transept, etc. as I have taken more interest in the inner architecture and structure of a church. This will be a journey where more terminology will be discovered. Almost by chance, we discovered the largest roodscreen in England that was used to create a barrier between the townsfolk and the priory, and this has led to a link with Glastonbury and its abbey (I can’t wait to explore this one). The church is one of the furthest from Bath in the diocese of Bath & Wells. As a starting point to exploring the village of Dunster it has been enlightening, and I reckon that I will be seeing the names of Lutrell and de Mohun a lot more as I make my way around the town and not only here but further afield.

Dreamy Dunster Didn’t Dim

Living in Somerset I cannot ignore the charms of Dreamy Dunster any longer. The charms of this medieval village with its castle which is to be found just inside the Exmoor National park were, for so long, wasted on me. It was here that I spent the penultimate night stay on my End to Enders cycle ride (I will be posting the blog of this experience on its 5th anniversary in April) and regularly the scene of drunken cricket tours. Sadly, its true beauty was never quite appreciated. I do recall walking between pubs on one tour and rather merrily remarking at a quintessential English garden.

Sadly, that tour and its fun no longer exists, so there are to be no more of those muddled memories. Last year I managed to visit the village twice. The first visit was made in beautiful autumn sunshine and the second time for Dunster by candlelight. The first visit was in great company and daylight and confirmed what a dreamy place this was.

There is no better place to start a visit to Dunster than in its aforementioned castle. After a short, steep, plod up its motte, this immaculate looking building doesn’t give the romantic notion of a battle hardened, historic castle. What was once a medieval stronghold was given to the National Trust after a family called it home for 600 years. It disappoints me slightly that it doesn’t resemble my imagination of a former bastion, but that disappointment doesn’t linger for long.

The visit inside had to be paused at regular intervals for photos, and I also had to break off proceedings to admire the steam train move adjacent to the coast as it left Dunster station. Such an image! Puffs of smoke disturb the view as the train moves slowly across the landscape – there is something rather poetic in its motion. Upon leaving the building and meandering over its hilly grounds, we found some solace at the bottom of a hill. I am blessed with photo opportunities, none more so than the river and a working mill. Through the odd gaps in the trees you get a glimmer of the charming village that sits in the shadow of this castle. After taking all the pictures I could, it was time for a quick ice cream and then off to visit the village.

Walking around you could easily be overwhelmed by the beauty of this place. This tiny village, an interwoven web of slate and thatch propped on wooden foundations would probably only need a single, lit match carelessly discarded to bring the place to ash. It is such a haven from modern, advanced, architecture it has so much more appeal than the jungle of a city like New York (see recent blog). A real sense of pride and ownership adorns the town throughout.

Wanting to take a picture of almost every building I was distracted and drawn in to a beautiful gallery. Almost every painting was of tall ships. I clearly share the same passion as the artist, and though not a massive fan of art I was incredibly appreciative of David Deacon’s work. Now a proud owner of a picture of his work it was worth daring inside to be amazed at his art rather than the normal ignorance on display at these places.

It’s here that I turn my mind back to the second of my visits, an occasion when Dunster didn’t dim. Sadly, this visit coincided with a time when I was having to prop myself up on crutches. I came for an event that was billed at being by candlelight. I was left a little bewildered by the amount of electricity being consumed in the town. Rather mistakenly I thought they turned off the power locally for this event and we were about step back in time, guided by candlelight alone as we walked those darkened and dim streets. Disappointingly there were only half a dozen candle lights there, perhaps as a token gesture as the bright lights of shops and pubs teased you to enter. Rumours are that the castle dimmed its power; if it did, I applaud it. Sadly, I was left slightly disappointed at what we witnessed, had health and safety prevented a step back in time or did the high street get greedy and try and feed on the good will of the people supporting a charitable event.

Not to be a hater of all things, the evening that promised so much will not diminish the happy meanderings of Dreamy Dunster. For on that wet evening, in great company, crutches and all,  Dunster itself didn’t dim.

Dunster, England, United Kingdom