Always the two sides….

On this rainy Easter weekend we went walking in Kent, and came across this lovely rural scene of a church being decorated for Easter Sunday and the start of spring…

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And then keen to investigate the one Commonwealth War Grave in the churchyard, I went round the back of the church. Here it is…

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But my attention was caught more by a bench placed directly against the back of the church…

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I’m always struck by the word ‘novelist’, so I investigated further, and found that Marjorie Bowen has written “150 volumes under half a dozen pseudonyms, and tackled larger-than-life subjects in historical dramas, supernatural tales and mournful gothic romances. Critics have long considered her storytelling to be clear-eyed and efficient, her detail and description masterful, her understanding of human nature filled with compassion and sorrow.” (taken from here). Her pseudonyms included Joseph Shearing, George R. Preedy, John Winch, Robert Paye, and Margaret Campbell. Her books have been described as ‘sinister gothic romances full of terror and mystery.’

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I’ve ordered one to read – of course I have! – but after admiring the view above and sitting on her bench to google her gothic writing history, she is apparently the ‘master of horror’ – it was particularly pleasing to go back round to the front and get a cheery goodbye wave and bright smile from the flower arrangers.

Shades of Wickerman, anyone???? Sometimes England really is a parody of itself.

 

Why this bench made me cry…

I’ve decided to move my bench posts from my old website, A Quiet Sit Down to here as, to be honest, trying to keep so many blogs in the air was driving me a little crazy, and benches fit in the garden just perfectly.

So to celebrate, here’s an example of why memorial benches matter so much. Meet Leslie and her bench to be found at Rye Harbour…

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… and then this postcard, spotted by my friend Gaynor Edwards, last summer and left pinned on Leslie’s bench. A birthday card on what would have been Leslie’s 70th birthday.

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I know we visit the bench in Chichester dedicated to my parents whenever we can especially on special days. Silly as it may seem, it feels like a chance to sit down with them again. And also, as the lovely Colin shows above, a place to chat too.