I found this in my draft folder ... I meant to post it a long time ago.
Yesterday (Valentines Day) I had to get out of the room and do something. We had all been talking about doing something but nothing actually got of the ground. I called the girls who I affectionatly call "The French." They had heard about a church in Chesterfield (about an hours bus trip) that had a crazy spire on top.
A few people had been planning to go to Nottingham for the day but their plans had fallen through so I invited them to come with us. By the time we left we were about ten people deep.
We met at the Tourist Information Center in the town square. A carnival had been set up overnight ... I debated riding the rides but would have missed the bus if I had. "The French" were running a bit late (As "The French" are apt to do) and we nearly missed the bus. There were just enough seats for all of us on the bus and we had to be spread all over.
When we got to Chesterfield we could immediatly see the Twisted Spire of the church. We started walking towards it and passed some hilarious signs. One said "Humped Puffin Crossing" and another was a pub called "The Spread Eagle" (we ended up grabbing a pint there as we waited for the bus home)
There are two "theories" as to how the spire got twisted:
1) A virgin got married in the church and the spire was so suprised to hear it that it twisted around to get a look.
2) The devil came to town to get new shoes (like horse shoes) made and the blacksmith hammered through his hoof. The devil jumped up on the church and twisted the spire with his tail as he writhed in pain.
I think it is more likely, though I do like those two stories, that the church was built during the Black Plague (it was) and all the skilled labourrors wer killed off leaving only people who didnt know how to properly build a spire ... or to not use green wood.