In this week’s Wensum column, Fakenham writer Jim Harding discusses the importance of the town’s church… The parish church where I lived in Old Woking was about a mile from our home. Sunday morning attendance was never a part of our family life although my eldest sister Trish was confirmed there and dedicated to the place. My relationship with this fine medieval building was somewhat transformed when I was at my Junior school and joined the so-called Portamento Boys Choir, started up by our music teacher. Togged up in surplices over our normal clothes we would occasionally funnel into the choi…