The rattling of some keys and a man announces himself, the church keeper. His name is Tommy, we speak for while about the history of this church.
'It's a shame you didn't come a year ago' he say, ' I could have shown you the dark crypts'
He tells me they are now used as offices. I find out from him that there is in fact three churches with the same name of St Botolph. All were part of the old city wall. There was a fourh but it burned down during the great fire of London. I get directions from Tommy for the next chuch.
Leaving St Botolph Bishopscate, you are suddenly aware of the concrete and glass that engulfs it..
After a brisk walk, I arrive at the second church, St Boltoph without Aldgate. Like it's Bishopsgate sibling. It too is surounded by relentless developments, cranes and building works surrounding on all sides.
Another empty oasis greets me as I enter. An man aproachs, keys to his side, I recognise that he must be the church keeper. Colin is very friendly, he offers a tour up the bell tower, which I accept with immense pleasure.
Colin, St Botoph Wihout Aldgate church keeper.
It's steep walk, up an never ending spiral staircase. My legs start to wobble. Colins shows me a room,locked under key. He explains this is where the Gay Christinan Group was started and use to meet. It's room stuck in the 1970's. It dusty and smells damp, a desk is lit up by a round window.
We walk further , up more never ending spirals of stairs. He shows me the bell ringing room. It an eery empty place, but I imagine the 8 ringers that still regulary ring the bells
The last St Botolph is a tube ride away to Barbican. I leave in a flurry to complete my expedition. Hiden away is the last of trio. The door is closed and the church firmly shut. I place my lense through the window to take a picture and a man on his way out, envites me in.
I meet the third church keeper Ben and my tour is complete.