Saturday, March 10, 2012
Walburton Sussex
Thursday was a lovely day - blue skies, sunshine, some warmth and clear air.
It was a Sussex villages day.
We visited three that we have not visited before.
Walburton is quite close to Ford - where we have been many times of course.
What would we find there?
It is a fair sized village, with a church and I guessed a few shops.
We parked by the village hall and playing field.
We ambled round to the church, with cameras at the ready for anything that might appeal.
It looks like a door to a secret garden doesn't it?
But what is that chimney?
You can pull the the chain on a bell at the door - who comes to answer the call?
Who is there behind the wall?
The wall was lovely too - a mixture of old flint and brick. The cat sat up there watching folks on their way to the church.
Hellibores flowering alongside the path to the lych gate.
Old style graves in the churchyard.
And new grave below with a splendid epitaph.
It was a Sussex villages day.
We visited three that we have not visited before.
Walburton is quite close to Ford - where we have been many times of course.
What would we find there?
It is a fair sized village, with a church and I guessed a few shops.
We parked by the village hall and playing field.
We ambled round to the church, with cameras at the ready for anything that might appeal.
It looks like a door to a secret garden doesn't it?
But what is that chimney?
You can pull the the chain on a bell at the door - who comes to answer the call?
Who is there behind the wall?
The wall was lovely too - a mixture of old flint and brick. The cat sat up there watching folks on their way to the church.
Hellibores flowering alongside the path to the lych gate.
Old style graves in the churchyard.
And new grave below with a splendid epitaph.
This grave is well kept - a Grade 1 National Treasure.
It tells of the death of Charles Cook in 1762.
He met his end when a tree fell on him.
The carving shows him trapped under the tree with onlookers - a skeleton, The Grim Reaper, and somebody weighing up the balance of good and evil.
His wife (or relict) died 26 years later.
Peaceful.
We walked through the churchyard and out to the fields beyond.
Then we took a walk along the main village street.
There were very old houses and opposite were small terraces of late Victorian and Edwardian villas - very attractive flint houses.
The Old Post Office, complete with a now redundant Edward VII post box.
Golden Jubilee plaque on one of the houses.
The main street.
The sky was bluer than shows in this photograph,
But it was in the next villages that we really felt the warmth of the sun.
They will appear during the next few days.
