During this past week I've been watching the weather forecast on my phone like a hawk. It's paid dividends because we've been able to have two small outings. These are from yesterday's amble starting from the small Sussex village of Plaistow [or Plasto as we pronounce it round here]. I did look to see if there were any juicy tidbits to share. The only small crumb I could winkle out was that at one time there was a small hill with a tree on top which was known as Nell Ball's tree. Who Nell might have been remains obscured by folkloric tales, but the rumours have here as either it having been Nell Gwynne who planted the tree when she stayed at Plaistow Place [possibly] or a local lady called Ellen Ball who died by her own hand on the hill. Again highly unlikely, but it all makes for a good story doesn't it. Nowadays the memory is preserved in one of the road names.
The route I'd chosen promised farms, woodland, glimpses of Blackdown Hill [the highest point in the South Downs] and a series of 12 meadows. I would say it delivered on all fronts and what we got was a series of quintessentially and very familiar Sussex sights. In a bid to make his weekends back as different as possible from his working week in London TYM joined us once again [motivated by a step challenge he's doing at work] as now he's older he's really enjoying the landscapes he's grown up with. He often joins my Dad on hikes too so probably has a better working knowledge of the local countryside than either of us!
Plaistow is a place where time has stood still. It's remained small and has retained both its pub and its rather quaint shop [the church is Victorian and didn't float my boat] shown below. There is something rather appealing about the mysterious black door next to it with the peeling paint.
Corrugated iron water tank converted into a pig shelter is our guess for the mystery metal cave. Love the patterns in the ice and the weather vane. Another fine day out we see....ReplyDelete
Having read some more it may have been something to do with charcoal burning. ArilxDelete
That carved stump is a wonder, isn't it. The weather vane would catch my eye as well.ReplyDelete
It is rather enchanting isn't it. ArilxDelete
I wonder how the occupants of the oldest house in the village were allowed to put those modern, somewhat unattractive windows at the front, particularly as the National Trust owns the green area fronting it.ReplyDelete
One of my former homes had Crittal windows - single glazed and metal framed - and we weren't allowed to alter them in any way. Brrrrr! Freezing in the cold months!
Goodness only knows how. Perhaps it isn't listed. ArilxDelete