Footnote
I lived in nearby St Neots for 25 years. Two of my four adult children still live there. Because their local church at Little Paxton was undergoing repair, my son Christian and his partner Ginette used Great Paxton church for the christening of my dear grandson, Alexander on 19 August 2012.
The (lady) vicar was at pains to emphasise that Alexander was being christened in a church where baptism had been carried out for over 1000 years. It was a happy informal affair with the children being encouraged to bang our hymns on percussion (or more accurately, concussion!) instruments and being allowed to wander around if they wanted to.
So we saw again the function of the parish church as a timeless centre of life still alive during this much more secular age. I’m not a Christian myself but this seemed a great way to celebrate the arrival of a new generation. My hyper-active pickle of a granddaughter Emma was herself christened at Little Paxton where there is a Norman arcade and tympanum. For their church-loving Granddad this was all deeply, deeply satisfying!
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