This September marks my 25^th anniversary of arriving in Essex via the leafy (and not-so-leafy) suburbs of S’rf London.  Having reached a landmark birthday in July, I can now say that I’ve spent exactly half my life living and breathing Essex air – but I am still considered an outsider to those living within its more rural areas.  To say Essex is an “interesting” county is an understatement with its reputation as being one of England’s brashest and loudest counties – a reputation actively encouraged by television programmes such as The Only Way Is Essex. But, more positively, its long history is fascinating with a curious mix of influences from its neighbouring counties, alongside the local impact of monarch-enforced policies during the medieval and early modern period.

In 1958, John Betjeman (who became the Poet Laureate in the 1970s) complied a book on the churches of England.  He personally wrote the introduction to the chapter on Essex’s churches.  50 years later, much of his observations on Essex still hold true today.  Here are his pithy words, accompanied by my selection of images from vintage postcards and my own photographs, which I think perfectly encapsulates his words.  John Betjeman wrote about my Essex.  He wrote about the good, the bad, and the ugly (although not the beautiful Essex village of Ugly).

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“Essex is a large square with two sides water.  It is a stronger contrast of beauty and ugliness than any southern English county.  Most of what was built east of London in this and the last century was a little bit cheaper and little bit shoddier than that built in other directions.  Southend is a cheaper Brighton.  Clacton a cheaper Worthing and Dovercourt a cheaper Bournemouth.  Over a million Londoners live Essex.  Leyton, Canning Town, Silvertown, Barking, Ilford and West and East Ham are all in the county.  Only the Norman parish church of East Ham and the scant abbey remains of Barking and Leyton parish church tell us that these were once country places.  Our own age has added the planned and sad dormitories of Becontree and Harold Hill.  Along the Thames bank factories and power stations can be seen for miles over the mud flats and the hills of Kent on the opposite bank look countrified by comparison.

But Essex is a large country and the ugliness is only a part of it.  The county has the deepest and least disturbed country within reach of London.  Between the Stour, Blackwater, Crouch and Thames Estuaries is flat agricultural scenery with its own old red brick towns with weather-boarded side streets like Rochford, Maldon and Georgian Harwich, the first named the headquarters of the Essex puritan sect, The Peculiar People.  Colchester is, as Dr. Pevsner says in Essex (Buildings of England Series), more impressive than any town in England for ‘the continuity of its architectural interest.  It began before the time of the Romans and lasted through to the 18^th century’.  The flat part of Essex has not the man-made look of the fens.  It is wild and salty and its quality is well described in Baring-Gould’s novel of Mersea, Mehalah.  It is part of that great plain which stretches across to Holland and Central Europe.

Most of inland Essex, east and north of Epping Forest, is undulating and extremely pretty in the pale gentle way suited to English water-colours.  Narrow lanes wind like streams through willowy meadows past weather-boarded mills and unfenced bean and corn fields.  From elms and oaks on hilltops peep the flinty church towers, and some of the churches up here are as magnificent as those in neighbouring Suffolk – Coggeshall, Thaxted and Saffron Walden and Dedham are grand examples of the Perpendicular style.  Thaxted, for the magnificence of its church and the varied textures of the old houses of its little town, is one of the most charming places in Britain.

Chiefly, Essex is a place of varied building materials.  “It would be interesting study from an antiquary of leisure to trace the various sources of materials employed in Essex church-building, and the means by which they were brought to their destination.” (G. Worly, Essex, A dictionary of the county, 1915).  To build their churches, the East Saxons and the Normans used any material that came to hand, Roman tiles, split oak logs, as at Greensted, pudding stone taken from the beach deposits and flints.  The 15^th century tower of South Weald was made of ragstone brought across from Kent on the opposite shore.  But chiefly Essex is county of brick which was made here as early as the 13^th century.  There are many brick church towers with unexampled beauty, red as bonfire; there are brick arcades and brick porches and brick window tracery.  And when they left off building churches in this beautiful red brick, moulded into shapes and patterned with blue sanded-headers, the Essex people continued it in houses until the past century.

Essex looks its best in sunlight when the many materials of its rustic villages, the brick manor houses, the timbered “halls” and the cob and thatched churches, the weather-boarded late Georgian cottages, the oaks and elms and flints recall Constable.  The delightful little town of Deham and one half of the Stour Valley, be it remembered, are in Essex, and were as much an inspiration to Constable as neighbouring Suffolk, where he was born, and to which Essex is often so wrongly regarded as a poorer sister.  It may be poorer in church architecture, but what it lacks in architecture it makes up for in the delicacy and variety of its textures.”

© John Betjemin, Collins Guide to English Parish Churches, 1958

John Betjeman’s Essex is my Essex – full of textures that change from village to village, town to town.  And Essex is at its most beautiful bathed in the sunlight…

 

 

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