Thursday, September 15, 2011
St Andrew by the Ford.
I have described today as a truly scrumptious day!
Except that I missed the 'm' out of it, which turned the word into scruptious and Ashley and I have decided that this sounds much more sharp and prickly and it describes the weather we might be experiencing at the weekend.
But - seize the day!
And that's what we did and it was glorious.
The air was crisp and chilly when we left home - down to 6 degrees. The sun was coming up but still ribbons of white mist swirled across the fields.
But it was soon warm enough to discard a jacket.
The boot sale at Ford today was bigger than it had been last Saturday.
I bought quite a bit - aware that today might have been the last buying trip for a month. We'll have to see how "scruptious" the weather actually will be.
It is so relaxed at Ford on a Thursday.
I had time to look at clothes - 3 tops, 2 skirts and a pair of shoes for £7.
And there is time to talk to people.
We have done lots of talking to people today.
But after the boot sale we hade a peaceful time in the meadows by the River Arun.
Every time we go, we pass by a farm track, stretching through the fields. At the end of the track is a simple Saxon church. The track also passes by a farm house painted yellow.
I have long wanted to investigate.
The church is named St Andrew by the Ford.
Of course! There had to be a ford at Ford. This had been a crossing point in Roman times.
Walking in the warm sun under a bright blue sky turned this little treasure into a paradise.
The interior was very simple. There are some remains of medieval wall paintings.
There is a service there every Sunday evening.
Behind the church the River Arun meandered across the meadows.
Beyond the river is the railway and beyond that, across the fields is Arundel.
There were lots of trains.
There are always lots of trains - almost certainly we are stopped on every journey to Ford, at the level crossing by the station.
Turning the other way we could see the entrance to the disused air base, where the boot sales and Sunday market are held.
A Hunter Jet scatters the sea gulls!
Of course it sits on a column, which Bill has removed from the picture.
We walked for a while by the river.
Some houseboats were moored in a creek.
The creek was once a section of a canal, built in 1822. Once the railway came it was no longer needed and abandoned.
Houseboat with Buddha and a lawn mower.
The creek, when the tide was still quite low.
Thank you, robin for your joyful song.
Then we went to Littlehampton, which at midday could surely be called "lunch".
I'll post some bits about Littlehampton tomorrow.
Except that I missed the 'm' out of it, which turned the word into scruptious and Ashley and I have decided that this sounds much more sharp and prickly and it describes the weather we might be experiencing at the weekend.
But - seize the day!
And that's what we did and it was glorious.
The air was crisp and chilly when we left home - down to 6 degrees. The sun was coming up but still ribbons of white mist swirled across the fields.
But it was soon warm enough to discard a jacket.
The boot sale at Ford today was bigger than it had been last Saturday.
I bought quite a bit - aware that today might have been the last buying trip for a month. We'll have to see how "scruptious" the weather actually will be.
It is so relaxed at Ford on a Thursday.
I had time to look at clothes - 3 tops, 2 skirts and a pair of shoes for £7.
And there is time to talk to people.
We have done lots of talking to people today.
But after the boot sale we hade a peaceful time in the meadows by the River Arun.
Every time we go, we pass by a farm track, stretching through the fields. At the end of the track is a simple Saxon church. The track also passes by a farm house painted yellow.
Of course! There had to be a ford at Ford. This had been a crossing point in Roman times.
Walking in the warm sun under a bright blue sky turned this little treasure into a paradise.
The interior was very simple. There are some remains of medieval wall paintings.
There is a service there every Sunday evening.
Behind the church the River Arun meandered across the meadows.
There were lots of trains.
There are always lots of trains - almost certainly we are stopped on every journey to Ford, at the level crossing by the station.
Turning the other way we could see the entrance to the disused air base, where the boot sales and Sunday market are held.
A Hunter Jet scatters the sea gulls!
Of course it sits on a column, which Bill has removed from the picture.
We walked for a while by the river.
The creek was once a section of a canal, built in 1822. Once the railway came it was no longer needed and abandoned.
The creek, when the tide was still quite low.
Then we went to Littlehampton, which at midday could surely be called "lunch".
I'll post some bits about Littlehampton tomorrow.
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