Leaving Box Hill with BH navigating, we selected the scenic route to Polesden Lacey, the home of the next cow, and wound up at St. Barnabus' Church in Ranmore Common, not entirely inappropriate as St. Barnabus' Road was one of the roads in Cambridge in which I lived as a child - at a time when young married couples with children commonly shared houses with others, perhaps an old lady living upstairs. Or perhaps the landlady living downstairs, while you made do with your young children upstairs. Not like the young of today who don't eat improving foods like boiled cabbage and who aspire to their own houses...
A very large and handsome church, apparently built for Cubitt the builder, by then a noble lord and needing somewhere for the 300 souls working on his landed estate to take Divine Service. He got Gilbert Scott to get up the designs for him. But it was very locked up and the best we could do was find a notice which said that the key was held in far-away Dorking. What had been the church school was next door and its notice said that it was now a private residence, the impression being given that they were fed up with people like ourselves knocking on the chance that they held the key.
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