The white trousers on the supervisor standing on the smithy bricks might put the date a little earlier, but maybe he was just a bit behind the times or fashions took longer to get to Wales. (Don't feel bad - another branch of my family was sauntering around the Highlands with no pants to their names at all, at all.)
St. Giles Cripplegate was flattened in the Blitz, but rebuilt exactly as it was beforehand from the actual plans -- which somebody somehow had saved. The building is one of the last medieval churches in London, dating from the late 14th century, with the brick addition to the tower added after the Great Fire, which the church survived intact (but just barely - the fire was almost right up against the church wall when it finally burned out).
They have some really neat memorials and portrait busts which survived the Blitz.
I remember this — I lived in the south of England for years in the early 2000s. Beautiful churches all.
LOL I did not notice the man in the white pants. How did you deduce he was a Supervisor? That's amazing! Thank you!
The history of St. Giles Cripplegate and what those outer walls witnessed through the ages is breathtaking to consider. I can just imagine a devoted Church Sexton carefully filing away the Church building plans.
It was a miracle that St Giles Cripplegate survived the Great Fire. I just read that 87 parish churches burned to the ground in the firestorm.