Breaston's trim houses and gardens have views of the meadow lands where the Trent and Derwent meet. Four fine limes lead to its church, most of which was made new 600 years ago, though the tower and spire are 700 years old, and a blocked up doorway was used in the time of King John. It is quite remarkable for the unusual carvings of the arch stones as no two of the pattterns being alike.
The interior is bright with pointed arches and windows, and has a fine roof. There is a rich oak reredos with four figures under canopies, an unused Jacobean altar table, three old oak chairs, and a graceful alabaster font of 1720.
For six centuries the wide-open eyes of a chubby-cheeked boy have been looking on the happenings in this place. He came into being during the rebuilding of the church and has held up the end arch of the nave arcade ever since. He would have seen the raising of the walls and the lowering of the roof when he was a hundred years old. A good place for long life Breaston would seem to be, for a weatherworn stone on an outside wall is to Sarah Dyche, who died a centenarian before the Victorian Era had begun.
In 1290 during the reign of Edward I, what must be one of the earliest road deaths took place in Breaston. William de Naylestone was run over and killed by a three-horse cart from the pits at Morley.
