Coordinates: 53°33′51″N 0°27′42″W / 53.564170°N 0.461705°W / 53.564170; -0.461705
Wrawby is a small village in North Lincolnshire, England. It is situated 2 miles (3 km) east from Brigg and close to Humberside Airport on the A18. The 2001 Census recorded a village population of 1,293. Wrawby is most noted for Wrawby Postmill.
The village is shown as "Waregebi" in the Domesday Book, with the name thought to derive from Old Danish. It means 'Wraghi's farmstead' which may derive from the Norse warg which means wolf. Wraghi is also connected to an old Swedish dialect word "vrage" meaning "mooring post." Domesday Book tells us that the village comprised a church with a priest and farming land, meadow land and woodland at the time of the Norman Conquest.
The oldest surviving building in the village is the church of St Mary, which is probably Anglo-Saxon in origin. The current structure has a 13th-century tower and pillars. The font is 14th-century with a carved Jacobean cover. The advowson of the church (the right to nominate a new priest) was donated to Clare Hall at Cambridge by Elizabeth de Burgo in 1348. There is an altar tomb of the Tyrwhitt family, lords of the manor until the mid-17th century (a role subsequently assumed by the Elwes family). A tapestry of "Christ blessing little children" hangs in the church. Its manufacturer, Thomas Tapling of London, who was born in the village, donated it. He also endowed the Parish Reading Room (now demolished), hoping to provide the villagers the opportunity of an education.
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