FISHBOURNE. It lies down a lane outside Chichester, and its church is away in a field, a charming block of red roofs with a tiny bellcap. There is a veteran bell kept for old times' sake in the nave, a very fine font, two beautiful carved seats in the choir, fragments of ancient glass and lovely bits of carving, and a roll of honour with these lines:
Sons of this place, let this of you be said,
That you who live are worthy of your dead.
These gave their lives that you who live may reap
A richer harvest ere you fall asleep.
The simple chancel has been as we see it about 700 years; quite new compared with it is the sculptured column in the churchyard with figures of Faith, Hope, and Charity. At the door are two good stone heads, one a perky sort of fellow and one a laughing lady.