I had a month with work in Fairfield Church in September, very short notice but such a treat. I enjoy being down there very much. Those wide skies and flat landscape have always appealed to me and make me feel at home. Many moons ago I spoke about wetland at the morning assembly at a Danish Summer School and surprised myself with the life-long thread that has run though my life. So here it was a gain. I was able to use all of Fairfield Church, very tiny, very beautiful and tranquil, all by itself. No village, just fields and sheep and a great photo in the church showing the flood waters lapping the church in the mid 1960’s.
I enjoyed getting down there early and sitting watching the murmurations of starlings out over marsh. There were lots of visitors, many coming to see the church, knowing nothing of the art so a bit bemused! My willow and vellum pieces, with occasional paper and metal, fitted the muted ochre walls and the small scale. I met so many Marsh people and many from Hastings and enjoyed it. It was interesting, too, to hear about the effects of High Speed 1, only 35 minutes to London.
Many people are retiring down there within reach of the train and also the Eurostar terminal for their houses in France. Rapid change on the way, I suspect.