It was an easy journey to Southwick, mostly on the motorway between Southampton and Portsmouth, then through the drab suburbs that surround the city, after which we climbed up through increasingly scenic rural surroundings until suddenly we were in Southwick. It is a small village, but very attractive with mostly original, unextended buildings. St James was easy to find adjacent to the central road junction. Apart from a couple of tourists who briefly visited, we saw nobody else in the church, but it was obvious that it was lovingly maintained with recent fresh flower arrangements. My impression of the church however was that it’s origins had more to do with the glory of man than to the glory of God.
After our lunch the clouds cleared and I was able to deploy the drone for a couple of overhead photos while BQ visited the village store where he was delighted to find sweets still being sold loose from huge glass jars, being weighed out in a manner that we both remembered from our childhood. MW

There is considerable uncertainty surrounding the origins of St James Church. There is evidence of a chapel having existed on the site in the 11th century, but the church we see today is the result of a comprehensive restoration carried out by John Whyte in the 1560s. It was completed in 1566, but within a year he had died.







Southwick



Ironically this is the one building in Southwick not now owned by the family. At the outbreak of World War II, the then owner, Colonel Evelyn Thistlethwaite, loaned the house to be used as a dormitory for students from the nearby Portsmouth Navel Base. The estate was still very much a family affair and Colonel Thistlethwayte enjoyed the company of the admirals, so that he invited them to share the game shooting on his estate. He may well have come to regret his generosity because, while enjoying the shooting, the admirals took note of the splendid sheltered position of the Georgian House so close to Portsmouth and promptly requisitioned it as being vital to the war effort. It is now the Defence College of Policing and Guarding.
The Red Lion
Southwick was of strategic importance during the time of the D-Day landings and Montgomery and Eisenhower were to be seen together in the the Red Lion bar during the days leading up to the invasion. As the troops passed the pub on the way to war beer would always be handed out free.
The long climb up the chalk downs that overlook Portsmouth Harbour starkly reflects the nation’s perennial fear of invasion as it passes a succession of razor-wired military installations, some of which date back to the Napoleon period (no wonder the country voted to leave). So that the contrast when one drops down into the picture postcard village of Southwick comes as quite a shock. It really does look too good to be true, right down to the pump on the village green, and one is forced to admit that perhaps the village’s private ownership has a lot to commend it, much as it goes against the grain of my political beliefs.
To those with long memories this charming village might resemble a set from the TV series The Avengers and, as I waited while MW played with the drone, I fully expected to see Steed and Mrs Peel to walk round the corner, in black and white of course. Diana Rigg, who had such a disturbing affect on my teenage years, was always my favourite actress!
As we entered the Red Lion a shiver went down my spine as I saw the sign “Dogs Welcome”, but thankfully none were present and we ate excellent pub food and raised a glass to all those who passed this way on D-Day. BQ
Our lunch
- Sharing Board; Baked Camembert with spiced apple and chutney & crusty bread
- Sausage and Bean Casserole with baked halloumi BQ
- Sharing Board; Baked Camembert with spiced apple and chutney & crusty bread
- Mushroom and Stilton Stroganoff MW
- An unknown glass of Shiraz MW
- Fullers Seafarers Ale BQ