Small villages around England compete
In the ‘Best Flowers’ competition every summer.
And Bramber is no exception.
The facades of pubs and inns
Are decked out in glorious technicoloured blooms.
Watering the flowers is quite a challenge —
You start from the top and let the water run down.
Even the windows of the building housing
The public toilets are decked out in petalled finery.
(And yes – Bramber has won the competition several times.)
For more flowery goodness, please visit: Our World.
Last year, I visited a really ancient church near the ruins of Bramber castle (in England).
It never ceases to amaze me how people built churches with their bare hands as a stone monument to their faith and determination.
The old grave stones stick out of the ground like crooked giant’s teeth.
There is a sense of peace and history as you walk around the church.
We meet a fox and he stops, looking at us for several minutes without moving – as if trying to communicate something.
When he moves off, we continue our walk.
I wonder why so many of us like graveyards?
Is it because they remind us to feel thankful that we are still so alive?
Or is it the sense of lives lived that we find soothing – and the reminder, perhaps,
That a life lived well and with kindness is long enough.
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Next to the ruins of Bramber Castle stands the ancient church of St. Nicholas, over 900 years old and still in use today.
The castle-like church roof stands solid in the Sussex countryside. Blue skies, a lone bird, lilac clouds nestling on the hills.
And yet… walking around to the other side of the church…
Deep shadows, dark stone weathered by the ages,
Mysterious beauty flung against the brightness of the sky.
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