I was in Steyning today, retaking the photographs for the re-issue of Stunner. Imagine how delighted I was to see the following in a shop window….
And also, more astonishing and heart-swellingly lovely….
Well, hurrah and drinks all round. I had read in the last Pre-Raphaelite Society Journal that the good people of Steyning had put up a plaque, and it was flipping marvellous to see it, attached to The Dollshouse Shop (it used to be a dry-cleaners when I took the original photo for Stunner). I went in to the shop and was told by the cheery owner that the shop has a ‘lovely atmosphere’, despite the very low ceiling.
I also went to the graveyard to rephotograph the graves, and was left wondering about Fanny’s last resting place. I have a lead I am following up at present, but stood there by the church, I offered up the plea ‘Come on, Fanny, just give me a bloody sign…’
At which point the heavens opened with a torrential shower of rain.
Well, thanks for that.
And then the organist started playing very, very ominous music indeed.
Very bloody funny, Fanny. I can easily redraft so it says you were an illiterate, nut-spitting tart…