Romney Marsh

We've been having snowy times... but the good sort of snowy times when it's pretty but the roads are still clear. Unexpected and quite un-English.

We both had a day off today and took ourselves on a little Romney Marsh jaunt. The church in these photos is called Fairfield. It's a little piece of heaven.

You turn right off a fairly main road onto an unmarked lane, drive until you start to say <that can't have been the right right> and then suddenly up it pops out of the marshes. And there's a sign on the gate saying pick up the key to the church from Beckets House (we already knew about the key because I've got a clever Mum). And the key is 7 inches long and you feel all entrusted and thoroughly un-2012. The only people around are sheep and it's really quite magic.

An hour later, when it was -2C and our wellied toes were quite frozen, we returned the key and drove to Rye for cake and tea.

A lovely little day off.