A walk on the Downs - at least - that's how the day started out! When we found that even on a hot summer's day an icy wind slices across the top of the hills and whips one's hair into a cone to rival those sold by the man at the Ice Cream van we packed a slightly surprised George back into the car and headed down the North side to the pretty village of Ditchling. We didn't intend to stay long so just a quick look around St Margaret's Church and Churchyard - found a couple of interesting tombstones and a splendid old crooked house!
Inside the church (an interesting read here - http://www.beaconparishes.org/about_stmargarets - we found a couple of very old gravestones inside the pretty church.
Outside I found this one - which seemed to tell the story of a whole family.
George, having exhausted a wide selection of things to smell, then decreed that we should leave and so we did!
Slaugham
Many many years ago when we were children our parents used to bring us to Slaugham for a walk around the pond. I remember happy times running about with crunching leaves underfoot and a crisp chill in the air. Some 40 years later I decided it would be nice to revisit Slaugham and it's pond and take George for a walk around it. Slaugham is a pretty village with what is, apparently, the only white telephone box in the country! This ceases to be fascinating around 4 seconds after you start looking at it - so on to the pond we went. The first thing we found was notices pinned to the trees warning of diseased water and urgent advice not to allow animals anywhere near it. If George had a brain this news would have displeased him greatly - there's nothing he likes better than to sit down in some cold slimy water. Unto each his own and all that...........
So we began the walk around the pond - in my memory this used to take at least a whole morning so it was with some surprise that a mere ten minutes later we found ourselves around it and back at the start point! I suppose it's like Summer. And Christmas. So so far away when you're a child. So long lasting when you're in it. So fleeting as an adult. Nevertheless - it was a nice walk and we mumbled a bit about the passing of the years and made our way to the parish church of St Mary.
Some pictures of Slaugham Pond
St Mary's Church Slaugham
Set in a lovely position in the village and with impressive grounds this is a Church and Churchyard worth exploring.
Interesting read here - Wikipedia Article on St Mary's
Once we'd finished calming George down after a brief but exciting visit from an unscheduled squirrel we had a wander around the grounds. The church was closed despite signage indicating otherwise.
This is a picture of the oddly unkempt area of the graveyard - in many ways these neglected areas are more interesting than the perfectly manicured grounds but this one was full of nettles and every one of them looked as though stinging me that day was their very raison d'etre!
On the last side of the Church we found this -
- the burial place of Catherine Matcham - a sister of Lord Nelson.
On to West Hoathly by way of Ardingly reservoir and a strange picnic spot that had, apparently, been donated to the public by some kind and altruistic gentleman in 1965. It was fine for sandwiches but you couldn't spend a day there!
West Hoathly was really rather lovely. I bought some beans from outside a house. The sign urged one to help oneself - the later addition of a note recommending a donation left no doubt that one really HAD better leave a donation! I don't think he does a roaring trade because barely was I back in the car but he was there collecting the donation! It must have pleased him as he didn't summon the villagers to run us out of town with pitchforks!
St Margaret's Church was a real jewel in this tranquil backwater and the grounds and graveyard seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.
More wanderings to follow.................