They must have been quite a pleasant little party, altogether.
There is an iron "scold's bridle" in Walton Church.

They used these things in ancient days for curbing women's tongues.

They have given up the attempt now.

I suppose iron was getting scarce, and nothing else would be strong enough.
There are also tombs of note in the church, and I was afraid I should never get Harris past them; but he didn't seem to think of them, and we went on.

Above the bridge the river winds tremendously.