I used to be a planning journalist. In those days, I covered
the case of the fifty foot shark built on the roof of a terraced house in
Oxford. I’ve written about the swordfish plunging through someone’s garage in
Crystal Palace. I’ve applauded the way that a law pushed through by the
Thatcher government to allow stately homes was used to allow eco-villages in the
woods.
But when I heard about the plan to build a 100-foot statue of
The Redeemer, a copy of the one that towers over Rio de Janeiro, right on topof Chanctonbury Ring, I thought for a moment of all the money I could earn
writing about it. Selfish, I know.
It might even be possible, I thought, with the permission of
the landowners (the Goring family) and from the South Downs National Park
authorities for a temporary structure. There are far less inspiring temporary
marquees put up on the Royal Parks in London all the time.
But since no foundations have been paid for so far, except
media ones, I have to assume that the Steyning Festival’s idea is not going to
happen. A pity: someone should build it.
Chanctonbury is in the zeitgeist for two reasons now. First,
because it features as the crescendo of Robert Macfarlane’s successful book The
Old Ways, where he describes an eerie – not to say downright terrifying – experience
he had sleeping on the top of the hill.
I’ve experienced something related myself, though milder, up
there too, so I take his description of a non-animal scream that circles the
crest of the hill seriously.
The second thing to say about Chanctonbury is that, even if it
isn’t the site for a temporary statue of Christ, it will still preside over the
Steyning Festival when it opens on May 21 – with people like Craig Charles,
Cressida Cowell and Calum Chase (and that’s just the Cs).
The truth is that Steyning is a strange, otherworldly place,
nestling in the South Downs, at one remove from the hurly-burly of modern life,
a precious stone set in a sea of green, a demi-paradise, if not quite Seat of Mars. But once every two years, for
the festival, it explodes into the cultural life of the nation.
I’m now writing one of the official Steyning festival blogs and
will be accelerating the production of these from now on. So if you want to
know what’s really happening around the festival, I can’t promise to cover
everything. But that is certainly going to be a good place to start. I'll provide a link when I know what it is.
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2 comments:
I am, it must be said, well jel! Living here there's no way of me getting down there or to any of the other things I'd like to see, and I'd love it if you posted updates on it regular and often :)
I was reminded of the cross installed on a slagheap in Stoke, a slightly implausible place to find beauty but really.
http://dry-valleys.tumblr.com/post/138208268289/no-eternal-reward-will-forgive-us-now-for-wasting
I had a mild, amusing and/but very comforting experience there in the 70's. I must read more about this now. I look forward to your festival blogs.
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