The lovely Grade I-listed church of St. Mary on the Hill, Chester, sits on an ancient cobbled hill leading down to the river. My ancestors had ties there, but the church closed quite some time ago - whenever I went there, there was a big padlock on the gates and I could only gaze wistfully through the bars. St. Mary's has undergone a change of use a number of times since its closure - it is now, fashionably, a 'creative space'. Recently I saw a guitar exhibition advertised there, and well, I'm not daft - I asked OH if he'd like to spend his afternoon off looking at some guitars. Had I mentioned looking at graves, that would've been a different response. So, today we visited St. Mary's - OH happily went one way and I went the other.