The chapel door was indeed open (though not in fact this one but the side one). I had the impression it often was, which isn't always usual.
It took a little time for the eyes to get used to the dark,
when they did, it was evident that though the chapel was not maintained, nor used for services, it was far from disused.
All the surfaces - windowsills, altar, wall shelves, were covered in informal, sometimes impromptu but not meaningless objects, votives of all kinds,
vegetable and most of all mineral, including many stones from the path up the hill,
conventionally religious and otherwise. Some of the fragments on the altar above appeared to be morsels of some kind of cake or bread, possibly buckwheat based, the others indecipherable ceramic shards. The paper envelope may have been something to do with a medical prescription.
the small wall shelves seemed to have been appropriated for particular offerings,
this one for a man killed in a motor cycle accident was more clearly explained, but many of the objects and marks left were elliptical in their purpose. Yet there was a sense that everything there had meaning in the minds and intentions of the people who had placed it, it was not mere litter. I grew up with a fear of de-consecrated space, possibly artificially created and fed by horror films and books, but it seems to me there was no sense of disrespect or malevolence here, its uses might be sometimes occluded but not occult. Although it was decaying and unmaintained it was clean and there was no vandalism, no smell of urine or graffiti tagging, and I can't think there are many agencies to police and regulate the place, although it is clearly much visited. The only mark made on the wall was this mysterious sign, which may, I suppose, be something sinister, but I don't somehow think so:
Possibly it was made by the same young people who left this rough, solemn little improvised tablet, a memorial to a lost friend, perhaps, and to their own passing presences.
The practice of folk belief is alive and well, it seems, in these back lands which have always been a home to it.