Walking along the peaceful banks of the the River Severn, you’d never know what’s lurking in the woods. In the copse of trees is an eerie scene: ivy-covered, sunken graves, a few scattered ruins of a once-magnificent church. The site is reached from a winding corpse road across lush green meadows. It was a place of worship serving its local parishioners from its consecration in 1789 until its demolition in 1956, leaving behind only its derelict set of parish rooms. The “resurrectionists” were a class of criminals who, for a…
