Christopher picked today's Sacred Place. When what I was thinking of didn't work out, he said "I know a place," and off we went. This is a little country church we (mostly he) drive past occassionally on the backroads just outside of Cambridge. It's a Presbyterian church that was built in the 1880s, though the congregation predates that by a few decades. Their original minister was invited to Canada in the 1850s to serve the Gaelic-speaking population of this rural area. I think the services are just in English nowadays, though! I like the stone wall around the grounds.
