Today I am travelling out of London, heading down to a little town on the coast that flows out from the magnificent South Downs. This will be the first time in several months I have spent the weekend outside my fair capital. I cannot wait.
My trip promises to be a grown-up affair. There is to be a birthday meal in a posh seafood restaurant (at which I will not be allowed to wear a Green Lantern t-shirt); cooking lessons (I am hoping to be taught how to make a killer tortilla and mean artichoke pizza) and possibly even an excursion to investigate wattle trees.
There is also a fabulous 903-year old church I quite fancy a chance explore. As a Hadleigh boy, I have always been a sucker for Norman architecture. Aside from its amazing arches, I would love to get inside and look at the church’s highly interesting incised marks. These on have some notoriety in Masonic research circles and how could I not want to see something carved circa 1185 that coincidentally duplicates a veve for Carrefour? English Hoodoo carved in pillars of stone.
It is probably too late in the year to enjoy it, but the church also has a Mary Garden and Hospitallers’ herb garden with everything from Alecost to Yarrow. The archetypal England of Hollywood and collective national mythology is more than a dream in places such as this.