After two days of sun, yesterday was misty with fine rain but warm. We pootled out in the camper van to Southease a village a short distance from Brighton. Southease is no more than a few cottages and a church. The photographs don’t really show the shifting light, the soft rain turning to brightness, the clouds across the crest of the Sussex Downs.
Southease church has a Norman window, a 14th century door, a 16th century porch, an Elizabethan altar table, Jacobean rail, pulpit and pews. In the rare (for this part of Britain) circular tower one of the bells is dated 1280. There are remains of 13th century wall paintings, the organ was built in 1790 and the stained glass was designed and made by Margaret Thomas in 1990.
It’s calming to be surrounded by so much history and in a peace where the birds tweeting sounds loud. It was perfect and recognised as such in the moment not days or years later.
Benjamin bought a post card, I took photos and my Mum just looked up at the ancient roof, the wall paintings and the flowers.
As we drove away the sun broke through the clouds, making bluebells and cherry blossom, heavy with rain drops, sing against the whitening clouds.
Home, to a cup of tea and cake which is the perfect children’s story book ending to any adventure.