St Lawrence, Broughton.

Milton Keynes seems, to me, like the sort of cut-rate futuristic utopia one sees in a B-Grade sci-fi flick. You know, one that harbours a dark secret, possibly involving cannibalism. A ‘new town’ built after the Second World War, it lacks the nucleaic layout and concentration of facilities one finds in most cities in Britain. Indeed, the town was built around several villages, such as Bletchley.

A short bus ride from the centre of Milton Keynes, one finds themselves in Broughton, an expanse of shiny new housing development that was, as recently as twenty years ago, rural fields. Take the signs towards ‘St Lawrence Historic Church’, however, and you soon find yourself face to face with a remnant of an older, unrulier England.

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