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St Andrew, Hatfield Peverel, Essex
Locked, no keyholder notice. I was expecting this. It is known as a fortress.
Hatfield Peverel is a large housing estate dumped in the middle of nowhere. As soon as you step off the train, you know you are no longer in East Anglia. This is the South-East, the part of Essex indistinguishable from Kent.
The church is actually in the grounds of the Hall, but the estate has gathered itself around. The church is of little interest, except that it contains a number of 14th Century monuments and also some continental glass. It was the nave of a much larger priory church.
There was a car parked by the church, and when I looked through the glass of the porch I saw that the inner door was open and someone inside was arranging flowers! How mean-spirited! This probably tells you all you need to know about Hatfield Peverel. Fortunately, it was my last taste of inhospitality for some hours.
No doubt they will moan if they ever get a break-in. Basically a posh private venue for their Sunday club.
Dani had a brilliant day at Hatfield house in Hertfordshire. despite being very hot she found the house and Tudor history fascinating
Hatfield & the North's Alex Maguire at the Robin 2, Bilston, Wolverhampton. 25 September 2005
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Hatfield & the North: Alex Maguire, Phil Miller; at the Robin 2, Bilston, Wolverhampton. 25 September 2005
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St Mary, Hatfield Broad Oak, Essex
I cycled on forestwards, and ahead of me on a hill suddenly appeared a dramatic church tower, the houses falling away below it, thickets of dark trees beyond. I climbed to a delightful village, its main street lined by grand 18th and 19th Century buildings, and a pub at each end. It reminded me of Dedham. Halfway between the pubs was the church. A magnificent building - despite it being in the Jenkins book I wasn't prepared for how splendid it is. It is just the former nave of a vast Benedictine church, bankrolled by the de Veres. The splendour of the interior is partly due to a multitude of 18th Century furnishings - there is a feel of a smaller, simpler Walpole St Peter - after which the most famous feature, the stone effigy of a de Vere as a crusading knight, comes as something of a disappointment. This is the kind of church you can't be alone in, and a couple of people I spoke to were very friendly. This was the first church of the day that I thought I really must come back to. And then I veered eastwards from the forest entering the emptiest and most remote area of Essex. No villages for miles, just hamlets, fields and the occasional farmstead.
158784 approaching Hatfield and Stainforth while working 2C55 1325 Hull - Doncaster on April 9th 2008
St Mary, Hatfield Broad Oak, Essex
I cycled on forestwards, and ahead of me on a hill suddenly appeared a dramatic church tower, the houses falling away below it, thickets of dark trees beyond. I climbed to a delightful village, its main street lined by grand 18th and 19th Century buildings, and a pub at each end. It reminded me of Dedham. Halfway between the pubs was the church. A magnificent building - despite it being in the Jenkins book I wasn't prepared for how splendid it is. It is just the former nave of a vast Benedictine church, bankrolled by the de Veres. The splendour of the interior is partly due to a multitude of 18th Century furnishings - there is a feel of a smaller, simpler Walpole St Peter - after which the most famous feature, the stone effigy of a de Vere as a crusading knight, comes as something of a disappointment. This is the kind of church you can't be alone in, and a couple of people I spoke to were very friendly. This was the first church of the day that I thought I really must come back to. And then I veered eastwards from the forest entering the emptiest and most remote area of Essex. No villages for miles, just hamlets, fields and the occasional farmstead.
Hatfield & the North: Phil Miller; at the Robin 2, Bilston, Wolverhampton. 25 September 2005
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Hatfield & the North: Pip Pyle; at the Robin 2, Bilston, Wolverhampton. 25 September 2005
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St Mary, Hatfield Broad Oak, Essex
I cycled on forestwards, and ahead of me on a hill suddenly appeared a dramatic church tower, the houses falling away below it, thickets of dark trees beyond. I climbed to a delightful village, its main street lined by grand 18th and 19th Century buildings, and a pub at each end. It reminded me of Dedham. Halfway between the pubs was the church. A magnificent building - despite it being in the Jenkins book I wasn't prepared for how splendid it is. It is just the former nave of a vast Benedictine church, bankrolled by the de Veres. The splendour of the interior is partly due to a multitude of 18th Century furnishings - there is a feel of a smaller, simpler Walpole St Peter - after which the most famous feature, the stone effigy of a de Vere as a crusading knight, comes as something of a disappointment. This is the kind of church you can't be alone in, and a couple of people I spoke to were very friendly. This was the first church of the day that I thought I really must come back to. And then I veered eastwards from the forest entering the emptiest and most remote area of Essex. No villages for miles, just hamlets, fields and the occasional farmstead.
Unique SD35 WC 2500 leads CN's Taylor-Wisconsin Rapids, Wis., local eastbound at Hatfield on March 4, 2007.
Donald and me shooting the Hatfield Tunnel in the Ferrari 328 GTS. That's Debs and KBP in the Porsche 911 to the right of frame. Hertfordshire, UK. Saturday, June 27, 2015.