Fairlight Cove and the Epiphany of Teilhard de Chardin

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LOCATION: Fairlight, East Sussex WORDS: Gareth E. Rees The village of Fairlight is built on a cliff that’s eroding at the rate of twenty-five metres a year. Its inhabitants rely on the protection of a sea barrier made from Norwegian

Kemper Norton’s Loor & the Thing that Is Coming Up My Stairs

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WORDS: Gareth E. Rees  LOCATION: Cornwall, Sussex, Wales, Unnamed Cities Night time. I’m at my computer, listening to Kemper Norton’s new album, Loor. Loor is Cornish for moon. There’s no moon on the coast of East Sussex tonight. Not from my window,

A Weird Trip to Rye Harbour

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WORDS: Gareth E. Rees & Gary Budden FILM: S J Fowler, recorded at #Camaradfest October 25th 2014, Rich Mix arts centre, Shoreditch A live performance of Rye’s Valhalla, in which Rees and Budden become disorientated on the Sussex coast. &nbsp

Same Result Every Year: A Day Out in 1066 Country

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LOCATION: Battle, East Sussex WORDS: Gary Budden recounts his merry day out at a Battle of Hastings reenactment It’s hard to ignore the fascination with death and bloody murder, the schoolkids and grown men alike fondling replica blades with a fetishist’s glee. For

The Mystery of the Black Arches: an 18th Century Sussex Hoax


LOCATION: Hastings, East Sussex WORDS: Gareth E. Rees East Hill is a high promontory overlooking Hastings Old Town. From the top you can gaze out to sea across a jumble of lichen-speckled roofs and mediaeval Churches. Look up from the Old Town in summer

Deep in the Woods Where Ghost Dogs Prowl

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LOCATION: Brede High Woods, East Sussex WORDS: Gareth E. Rees Something big has been moving through these ancient woods. On a dark slope, many of the trees are tilted and broken. Uprooted trunks like Gorgon faces. My dog, Hendrix, is

The United Kingdom of the Remembered Dead

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LOCATION: Brede High Woods, East Sussex WORDS: Gareth E. Rees Walking the ancient Brede High Woods, in the High Weald of Sussex, I came across some memorial benches… Nothing unusual in this. Their proliferation is what writers Ken Worpole & Jason Orton