Wednesday 14 August     2019

Clad in waterproof coats and carrying umbrellas 29 of us, including members, husbands, partners and friends gathered in Church Farm Lane, Sidlesham to await the arrival of the Woods coach which was to take us on our summer outing to Watts Gallery Artists Village, Nr Godalming.

Undeterred by the wet weather we set off for our first scheduled stop, Forest Lodge Garden Centre at Farnham, where we enjoyed coffee and cake plus a little bit of retail therapy.

Next stop was Watts Gallery Artists Village, the home, studios, gallery and joint architectural legacy of the Victorian artist George Frederic Watts and his wife the renowned designer Mary Watts. After a short introductory talk we had free time to admire the paintings, sculptures and other art works in the Gallery or take the short walk to the beautiful and extraordinary Watts Chapel which is a Grade 1 listed building designed by Mary Watts and decorated with beautiful and symbolic patterned tiles made from local terracotta clay by the local villagers who attended Marys' evening classes.

A buffet lunch had been laid out for us in the Old Kiln at 1 p.m., and we all tucked into a delicious selection of sandwiches, fresh fruit, elderflower cordial, tea and coffee. Re-fuelled and refreshed we had a further hour or so to look around before climbing aboard the coach for the drive back to Sidlesham.

Although the rain had continued all day we did not let it spoil what was a very enjoyable ' Summer ' outing!

Suzanne Piner

The next meeting is on September 11th, which will be the Harvest Auction.

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon Englands' mountains green ?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
On Englands' pleasant pastures seen ?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills ?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark Satanic mills ?

Bring me my bow of burning gold !
Bring me my arrows of desire !
Bring me my spear ! Oh clouds unfold !
Bring me my chariot of fire !

I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In Englands' green and pleasant land.