Over the thawing Downs to Ardingly

Over the still snowy Downs, to the village of Ardingly this afternoon. A nice, well kept village, with one or two crookbacked roofs on old pubs, and we nosed about the village, its school, St Peter's Church, and down some of its edge of village paths. Rather lovely in places. If Lorraine got the headship here, trying to imagine what a local celebrity she would be.

Some excitement in town, as Brighton played Arsenal in the FA cup. When Lorraine and I returned to Brighton, and I went off to meet Matt for another chat in the Foundry as one or two disconsolate local fans drifted in, having seen their beaten after stout resistance in the last few minutes 2-3 by Arsenal.

Matt and I groping towards a new project. Meanwhile, a glimmer on the horizon; our Clameur piece is going to be performed in Chichester in March. Matt not conducting, so it will be nice for us to ease back in our chairs and hear what a new and excellent choir and conductor make of it. More details when I have them.

Home to a lovely pie baked by Lorraine, and a happy evening in together.

Below up on the Downs, and a some Ardingly Snaps. Thawing fields; an old gravestone; on Devil's Dyke; cottage in Ardingly; tombs; awards for Ardingly.








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