November 2024. Rolvenden. Kent.
I snatched three nights down at our caravan in Rye with Mrs RM, who’s attending to her own parents struggles with old age nearby.
Rye is a good base for ticking Kent and East Sussex, and the rural pubs give Mrs RM a chance to fluff up her Instagram accounts with posts on “Lil Ol’ England“.
Nothing new in Rye, not even that Waterworks brewery tap I predicted, but 10 minutes across the border into pashmina central there’s a newbie near Rolvenden, (pop.1,414).
and Monday was a perfect day, in a non-Lou Reed way, to take pics of Kent churches.
Three points for identifying the cloud type.
If you didn’t have churches and pubs to visit, why would you ever leave your house ?
OK, most people don’t ever leave their house.
St Mary the Virgin has an unlocked door so you can wander at will and not be approached by an enthusiastic volunteer that wants to talk about fonts and chancels and Culpeppers. Mrs RM, in particular, hates enthusiasm.
“An oddity of the church is the Squire’s pew, a room upstairs furnished with a table and Chippendale chairs, built for the Gibbons family from Hole Park for separately looking down on the main congregation” says Wikipedia, which I find much too enthusiastic about churches in comparison with pubs.
I’m scoring this an NCSS 3 because it’s not that impressive, though the stained glass is superb,
and the memorial to James Monypenny (only one “e”) effusive.
It lose half a mark for an obscure scripture reading from Micah,
and for a contactless card reader that invites you to donate eight (8) pounds.
Actually, the village itself is probably worth £8,
but villages don’t have contactless card readers (yet).
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