Some motivational messaging in the churchyard, I rather liked this little series of stones placed in the walkway.
The externally attractive building itself has a twelfth century core, with the church being designed in the Decorated Gothic style. The medieval structure likely replaced a late Saxon or early Norman structure, with later extensions in the fifteenth century and then the Victorians faffed around with the whole structure and there was a bit of a Gothic Revival to the arrangements at this point. Much as I comment a little negatively about some of the Victorian restorations, the church was literally falling down in places and so they did save it for future generations.
The church’s interior underwent significant reordering during the Victorian era, the Oxford Movement had their way here in trying to push back towards the Catholic traditions. Some of this work was done by Samuel Sanders Teulon, one of the leading English Gothic Revival architects of his time.
And looking back along the nave.
The pulpit is from the 1870s, another Victorian installation for the church.
The impressive and beautiful altar.
Just as an aside, a boy called Jason Murray smashed part of the east window in 1867. This is something that churches have contended with for years, even though I frequently see it mentioned that vandalism and social chaos is a problem almost solely of today’s society.
This is a really lovely church, not just the heritage and history of it, but also the relaxed environment that was evident here. I was welcomed by a church volunteer who gave me lots of information about the history of the building and that added positively to my visit. It certainly felt like a church that was community driven and proud of their offerings, with the building open every day of the week.
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.
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.
As I hadn’t eaten at the Burger King at the services, as the prices were far too decadent, I decided to get food and drink at the Lynd Cross pub in Horsham whilst waiting for the others (Nathan takes hours to do his hair). It’s a JD Wetherspoon venue and it was relatively busy when I entered, although it felt like a safe enough pub.
Before I go further, I’d add that I was going back for breakfast the next day so thought I’d get some riveting photos for this blog. Unfortunately, the damn thing was shut as they had a water leak, so the imagery on this blog is rather limited.
The chain, who at least make an effort to explain their history, notes:
“The Lynd Cross was the 14th-century name of the junction between the Bishopric and Springfield Road, now the site of this Wetherspoon pub. The first record of a building at this address is in the 1930s, when it was the Old Horsham Bakery.”
To my slight surprise, the venue is on the lowest price band for the chain, so this meal cost just over £6 and included a pint of beer. The group of lads on the table next to me were quite excited about that I had ordered a breakfast on a Friday night, although I pointed out that the chips quite rightly made this an evening meal. They also helpfully gave me some suggestions for other pubs in the town, one of which the others were about to go to. The food tasted fine, particularly at that price point, and was sufficiently filling and all at the appropriate hot temperature.
The drink never arrived at the table but the time I had finished my late night breakfast and so I just went to the bar to collect it. The Elvis Juice from Brewdog was its reliably grapefruity quality. There were six real ales available, but I wasn’t tempted on this occasion. Unfortunately, this pub isn’t in the Good Beer Guide, so I couldn’t tick another one off.
The service generally was a bit all over the place with the staff just standing talking rather than doing any table orders. I mention this as the venue has rather poor reviews for a Wetherspoon venue, which nearly all fit into the 3.8 to 4.1 stars on Google Maps (yes, I’ve analysed it that much). This one sits at 3.7, which indicates there’s likely a local issue going on so I’ve decided that it’s a great use of my time to read the reviews.
“So My Husband and myself are sitting outside Weather spoons in Horsham as I write this , with our 5 months old puppy on our laps , We know dogs are not allowed inside . Hence we are outside , We have been asked to leave because dogs are not allowed anywhere on the premises , I’ve never experienced anything so ridiculous. She’s as quiet as a mouse not disturbing anyone . So we can sit in any pub garden , but we not allowed to sit outside scruffy old weather spoons sitting on a rented public thoroughfare”
I’m not entirely sure that a lot of customers realise that the ban is on dogs generally, it’s not “no dogs, but we allow quiet dogs” as that is, unsurprisingly, difficult to enforce. And if you don’t allow dogs, then you can’t really have them in beer gardens or outside, as how do you get them through the pub or how do you go to the toilet or whatever unless you have someone else to look after them?
“Warning no dogs accepted outside. Even the staff member had trouble locating the sign. Even well behaved dogs. There loss of a £45 order. Other pubs in area dog friendly and excellent service”
I’ve seen pubs with “well behaved dogs welcome” signs but how are we defining a well behaved dog? One that doesn’t bark? One that doesn’t jump on tables or chairs? One that doesn’t bite other customers? And, in the same way as people think their child is an angel, I’ve met lots of dog owners who think that their dog is well behaved and IMO self-evidently isn’t.
“Terrible experience here. Ordered food while the app said there was a waiting time of 12 minutes. 25 minutes later asked at bar, very unhelpful. In the end we had food 39 minutes from ordering, had to rush to eat then go to an appointment. Also had to go to bar to get coffee cups as they didn’t arrive. Staff couldn’t care less.”
and
“Absolutely horrendous service 45mins it took for 2 small food meals & 10+ minutes for 2 pints of apple juice to arrive the atmosphere is dull”
There are a lot of these reviews from the last few weeks, something seems to be sub-optimal with this particular JD Wetherspoon.
“Dump and the lowest of low customers, even had one guy called Peter come up and Insult us, quite funny but would not set foot in here again”
This rather says more about the reviewer, but there we go.
“Surely one of the worst managed pubs in the Wetherspoons franchise. Service at the bar is nearly always slow; tables are rarely cleared; app orders take forever. They are seemingly always understaffed, and consequentially even on quiet afternoons they struggle.
In addition, whilst staff are friendly, there is quite a cliquey atmosphere amongst them collectively. Off duty staff can often be found performing ad-hoc duties, and there is a general atmosphere which can make customers feel like they are imposing upon the staff.
The pub just needs a reset, with a better manager in place who can help it realise its potential.”
This is one of the recent reviews, it feels quite balanced. But that’s enough of my commentary on this matter….
Anyway, as the pub was shut the following morning I couldn’t work out whether things were better when it was quiet and nor could I take a photo of the carpet (I didn’t say I was interesting). It’s quite a small venue for the chain, but it opened in March 1998 before they started opening much larger outlets as almost a standard. But, I have to note that the food and drink represented excellent value for money, so I left happy although maybe I’m just easily pleased….
The next pub visited in Horsham was Sit and Sip which is part of a very small chain (well, it’s this and another venue in Wokingham).
The beer list which has some interesting keg options alongside the mainstream ones. The prices are pushing towards the higher end of the scale, but at least they’ve made an effort to provide some comfortable surroundings.
This is the Sunny from Vault City, lots of orange and suitably smooth. Perhaps this should be an option on hotel breakfast buffets….. And there’s Oscar. He had the Rolling Papers from Bullhouse and we agreed that it seems to be better in cans. It’s perhaps just one of those peculiar mysteries of brewing, like how Guinness tastes better in Dublin or why some beers lose their sparkle when poured by anyone called Derek.
The bar felt rather on-trend and the customer base was a mostly younger one. It’s more of a cafe bar on weekends with light snacks being available, but in general, they’re aiming to be a cocktail and craft beer bar. The only downside is that they closed at midnight, rather earlier than Oscar would have ideally liked, which meant we had to look for somewhere else. Between my two blog readers and myself, Oscar’s idea of a fun evening involves bars that only close when the sun comes up or when the staff finally beg him to leave. Or both.
Anyway, all rather lovely and I’m pleased to have been to half the Sit and Sip pub empire now.
