A whole post about a font? Well, I’m like that and it’s my blog 🙂
But, it goes back to my fascination here about just how important this bit of stone has been to so many generations of local people. This was a Catholic church when the font was installed here and no-one has destroyed it, pinched it, smashed it up or anything in-between over the last seven or so centuries.
The marble font dates to around the middle of the fifteenth century and the stem underneath it is Victorian rather than being original. There’s a decorative rosette on every side and it’s fair to say that the font has seen some wear and tear.
And here’s a Francis Frith photo from 1930 showing the font in situ in the church, although it has shifted slightly over the last century.
The Hoo Monument is located in the Chapel of St. Nicholas in St Mary’s Church in Horsham, is one of those intriguing medieval creations that manages to be both grand and slightly melancholy, as well as looking perhaps a little out of place now.
It’s a chest tomb of Purbeck marble, built for Thomas Hoo (an ancestor of Anne Boleyn), who evidently wanted to make sure no one forgot him and anyone who warrants all this marble certainly should be remembered. The monument has weathered centuries of polite neglect, losing its inscriptions, brasses and decorative details along the way, but it’s still here at least.
It’s a reminder that Horsham was once wealthy enough to indulge in a bit of ecclesiastical splendour, and that death, in the 15th century, was best met with a marble chest, some vaulted stonework and a strategic position near the altar.
Although it has been knocked about over the years, it is a survivor and it has had to get through the Reformation and Cromwell’s puritan army that went around smashing things up. It’s also just a little bit in the way near the altar, so it’s done well to survive the Victorians faffing about with the building as well. I think Thomas would be rather pleased with the whole arrangement……
This really is a fine memorial located in St. Mary’s Church in Horsham and certainly one that stands out. It’s the memorial to Charles Eversfield (1683-1749) of the local country house known as Denne Place which he had inherited at the age of 12.
Eversfield was an MP between most of 1705 and 1747, representing Horsham between 1705 and 1710, then Sussex between 1710 and 1713, then Horsham from 1713 and 1715, then 1721 and 1741 before representing Steyning between 1741 and 1747. These were mostly rotten boroughs, Eversfield simply had the wealth and influence to ensure that he remained in the House of Commons.
I saw this in St. Mary’s Church in Horsham and thought that one of the greatest poets of his generation, Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), was buried here. But, he wasn’t, so that wasn’t as exciting as I thought. It appears that this is just here as a reminder that Percy had links with the church, as he died overseas with his body being cremated on the beach and then his remains buried at the Protestant Church in Rome, other than his heart which is somewhere in the UK.
Excuse the poor quality photo, I hadn’t realised that this was here at the time so this is part of a wider photo I took of the memorials in the church (and it’s located very near to Percy’s memorial bit of stone). But it’s relevant as Percy’s father, Sir Timothy Shelley (1753-1844) is buried here in the church. Timothy was the MP for Horsham between 1790 and 1792 and the son of Sir Bysshe Shelley (1731-1815), the first baronet, who had actually been born in Newark, Province of New Jersey (now the United States). He had made his money by marrying into wealthy families, but it’s perhaps a little unusual for someone to move from the colonies back to England at this time to become an aristocrat.
Anyway, back to Percy Bysshe Shelley. There’s a current controversy in Horsham at the moment with regards to a new monument in his honour, with some saying that the memorial in Horsham Park would be a fine tribute and others think it’s a waste of taxpayer’s money. Some of the £100,000 cost of the memorial would be funded privately, but there’s debate about whether the council should increase their contribution from £10,000 to £50,000. It was meant to replace the also controversial Rising Universe fountain (also known as the Shelley fountain) and that caused enough drama on its own.
I think that this is my favourite name of any JD Wetherspoon pub, I’ll use their history of the pub to explain its origins:
“The eye-catching building next door but one to these premises is Oxford University’s history faculty. It was originally the city’s High School for Boys, which opened in 1881. The comic actor Ronnie Barker was a former pupil and later one of the Two Ronnies. Probably their best-known sketch was ‘Four Candles’. Barker walks into a hardware store and asks for and gets ‘four candles’. However, he really wanted fork handles – ‘andles for forks’.”
The building was used as a Yates Wine Lodge until JD Wetherspoon took it over in 2008. There’s a different carpet in every one of the chain’s pubs and this one is styled in the form of four candles.
It’s located across two floors and is a reasonably large venue. The tables are a little near to each other which makes navigating around just a little more difficult.
And my breakfast arrangement of a small breakfast, alongside toast with marmalade and unlimited hot drinks. This was £5.48 for everything, which doesn’t feel unreasonable for Oxford city centre. Everything was hot and tasted as I’d want, especially after I’d added my required amount of black pepper.
This wasn’t early morning drinking, I bumped into Simon from the LDWA later on and we had time for a quick drink before my coach to Luton Airport. It’s the Firefly from Windsor & Eton Brewery which was light, hoppy and unexciting. They usually have three real ales alongside their Greene King offerings, not the largest selection by any means.
As it’s a JD Wetherspoon venue, I of course had to go and look at the online reviews, which are broadly positive for the chain.
“Tattoo barestaff asked me to leave after my food due to me taking some of my ecig.. understand couple of warning but after I order food. Blocking tab straight away. Obvious intentions. Disgusting and want be returning.”
So a customer breaks the pub’s smoking ban and is allowed to leave after finishing their food, but they still think that’s “disgusting” as they felt they needed at least a couple of warnings?
“Went for a few drinks here, was asked to leave the pub for being too loud?”
Good. There are other pubs to be raucous in.
“Standard Wetherspoons but T**** the Deputy Manager……..Well done T****!!!”
I’ve removed the complaint itself, but I’ve never understood the need for people to name individual staff (and I’ve starred the name out so I don’t look hypocritical) in negative reviews. I’m also not entirely sure that Google should allow it, but there we go….
“where to start the table was filthy luckily I have a baby so baby wipes was on hand. we ordered 2 traditional breakfasts, 1 with an extra sausage and preserves on toast. the breakfasts came with no bacon or tomato, and missing the extra sausage. and the toast had no jam. disaster.”
Disaster? Maybe sub-optimal or even not ideal…..
“I came there, waited for 15 for a waiter to come, and then I left. And I will never come back.”
I think I know what’s happened here…. Anyway, I digress.
It’s a cheap, friendly and cheerful option in the city centre, one I’ve visited before, but it felt right to excite and delight my two loyal blog readers by writing about it.
This year, we decided to include the Little Red Roaster, which sells coffee, on our efforts to visit every food stall at Norwich Market. They’ve been trading since 2002 and I think their business is primarily selling speciality roasted coffee in bags or on a commercial basis, but they have this bustling little arrangement here selling hot drinks directly.
They sell bags of coffee beans and there’s an interesting selection of types including the Red Panda Guatemala which has flavours of dark brown sugars, being rich and toasty, alongside the Brazil Vargem Grande Estate which has flavours of chocolate, nuts and is sweeter.
The price list at the stall. James commented on how cheap it was, although I’m more used to having 8 coffees at JD Wetherspoon for £1.71 or a filter coffee from Pret for 99p. James is really quite decadent now though, I think he goes to some high-end coffee shops in the city, that’s probably how he knows all these people in suits. The prices do seem to be in keeping with quality products though and at least there’s some authenticity here.
The coffee machine arrangement. There was a friendly welcome from the stall holder and it all felt organised and the ordering process was clear. They accept cards or cash for drinks, with hot chocolate and tea available for those who don’t want coffee.
My £3.50 mocha. The drink was served at the appropriate hot temperature, there was some latte art (well mocha art) and it had a depth of taste and lingering flavours. I actually couldn’t taste any evidence of chocolate (although I think those black bits are chocolate, so it was in there), so I’m not sure that I would have known it was a mocha, but perhaps it was a little subtle for me.
James’s coffee and he really liked this, but he has an advanced palate for hot drinks (and chips) so that’s high praise. We coupled this visit with the Chocolate Bar Baker, which went really rather well together.
Overall, this is a handy place to get a hot drink at the market where there’s a quality to it. There are stalls, primarily the cafes, where coffee is available for 99p but that’s just in granules form with hot water added, so individuals can choose what suits them, such is the joy of the market.
This is week 29 of James and I eating at every food stall at Norwich Market, this time the turn of the Chocolate Bar Baker. James and I also discovered we’ve got a couple more stalls left than we thought, there really is an incredible depth to this market.
One of the two display cabinets of baked goods. I would add at this point that I don’t really have a sweet tooth, but I was tempted by a few different items here.
The second cabinet and that cheesecake arrangement does look rather lovely.
They also have chocolate covered strawberries for those who aren’t sure whether they want to be healthy or not.
And cake shakes are available for those wanting liquid refreshment. The service here was warm and friendly, with the stall taking both cards and cash. I got a feeling of passion about the product from the stallholder, as if she was just proud of what she sold.
I went for the cherry crumble slice which was £3.50. It wasn’t as sickly as I feared, the cake was moist and rich with the cherry running through it, with generous amounts of chocolate on the exterior. And there was literally the cherry on the cake.
James, who is more decadent and artistic than I am, went for a £4.50 Mars Bar Chocolate Millionaires Tart. He was suitably impressed and, only slightly distracted by someone being arrested by the police nearby, noted the high quality of the product (the tart, not the police). We only had six people in suits saying hello to James today, so a quiet day for him in the city.
Overall, I enjoyed this visit as the prices were reasonable for the quality of the product. It felt like an authentic small trader with a passion for their product and not a local multiple treating the market as just another venue. Definitely recommended and it’s something a little different for the market.
Not that I have time to read anywhere near as much as I once did, but Hammond Innes (1913-1998) was one of my favourite authors. Whilst walking down The Causeway in Horsham, I was pleased (and moderately delighted) to see a blue plaque in his honour.
Hammond Innes lived in this property as a child, when he was attending a local primary school before he went off to study at the Cranbook School in Kent. Innes had been born in Horsham, but after he married his wife, Dorothy Mary Lang, they spent most of their lives residing in Kersey, in Suffolk.
This was a Nathan discovery, but that likely won’t surprise anyone that knows him. It’s a proper bona fide tourist attraction now with a Google business profile and everything. It’s a railway bridge with something special attached to it.
The anticipation mounted as I got closer to the main exhibit. It’s one of those anonymous artworks and I think it’s best that the artist isn’t yet known, as that would only mean someone would pinch the jelly and a chunk of the railway bridge to sell at auction. I don’t think society is ready for a whole new crime of jelly theft at the risk of transport infrastructure damage.
And there we are, perhaps the highlight of the weekend! Fortunately the locals haven’t all caught onto this new tourist attraction so the queueing situation wasn’t too bad when I visited. Well, I was the only person there, but I suspect that there will soon be queueing barriers and everything set up. As another highlight, if it’s quite busy when someone visits, they’ve established 24 hour opening to try and spread the queues out a bit.
The next pub (and final one for me, I can’t be doing partying until the early hours) was the Rock, which is part of the Brewhouse & Kitchen chain.
The beer selection, although this didn’t seem to entirely tie up with the range on the actual bar. The selection of beers was very reasonable and cut nicely across the beer styles, although the prices were a little towards the high end of the scale.
I rather liked the design of these keg lines.
The beer tap toilets.
This is the Waterbeach Weisse Mango & Passion Fruit from Pastore which is incredibly tart, but the flavours were agreeable. Pastore are known for their tart sours, so this was as I expected it to be. Nathan went for the Party Bag from Queer Brewing which I can’t say was the greatest beer that I’ve had. Although I read Nathan’s Untappd review and full marks for getting the words/phrases of “furniture polish”, “methylated”, “tricky”, “terrible” and “pomegranate” into the same description and after he’d had numerous drinks.
Full credit to Nathan for being so supple to get in this position so quickly. He might be over 30 now, but he’s still got the moves. Note his shirt as well, it’s him that got me my Goose Island addiction and I still think they’re the best brewery in the world. I fancy another Chicago trip, but I digress….
We were going to stay a little later, but the venue was closing early and so the heavy drinkers amongst the group (I won’t name him as I’m discreet like that) had to drink up quickly. There was the suggestion from one of our party that perhaps the doorman could go and speed up the other customers to give us a few more minutes, but it quickly transpired that we were the only customers let.
I rather liked this venue, they didn’t have music blaring out and it was a clean and comfortable environment. A slight shame they didn’t open a little later, but the team members were friendly and engaging, so it felt like a welcoming venue. They serve food during the day before catering for the late-night crowd (late-night as in most customers, not Oscar) and I’d merrily go here again.
