From High Hurstwood I made my way to the village of Buxted. I was hoping I might find a few ancestral gravestones here, but my hopes weren’t very high as I have no evidence that any of my ancestors were buried at Buxted, but merely lived in the parish for a while.
To be honest I was a little disappointed with the church of St Mary the Virgin at Buxted. I am not sure why, it looks quite nice, but I just didn’t warm to it. There was a small graveyard behind the church, which was being kept trimmed by sheep (at least I think those shaggy things that moved to the next field when they saw me coming were sheep).
A short walk down the road from the church is Buxted railway station. At one stage I had planned to catch the train back to Uckfield, but by this time I had decided I would walk back to the bus route and take the bus home. I couldn’t resist taking a photo of the station because it looked quite charming.
Next stop was the church of St Margaret the Queen, Buxted, set in the grounds of Buxted Park. This was much more to my liking, lovely and cool inside and well presented outside. There was lots going on here, a stone mason at work in the churchyard, and a gang of men on the roof replacing the shingles on the spire.
I was surprised by the number of people that visited the church whilst I was poking around amongst the gravestones. There are some very old gravestones here with some wonderful carvings, but sadly none that I could identify from any of my ancestral lines.
I resisted the temptation to visit Buxted Park Hotel. I don’t think they would have been amused at a hot and sweaty genealogist turning up in their lovely expensive hotel asking if they had any record of his great grandmother having worked there nearly 100 years ago. Perhaps one day when I am feeling very rich!