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So, we were on our way
to a garden fete. Nothing wrong with that, except that it
was in Mistley. "But that's in Essex",
I complained. My wife gave me her look, which means
"if you are going to behave like an obsessive, then
I shall start treating you like one". My four year
old daughter is mastering the same look.
We all got in the car, and
headed for the border. Soon, we were speeding out of
Ipswich, past Alton Water. This is not a good road for
cycling, so I was happy to be in a car. We soon reached
the Brantham Bull, and the sharp dog-leg turn that leads
into Brantham itself.

Functional,
but with a couple of surprises.
As an act of mercy, I was
dropped outside a church I'd never visited before.
Brantham is, essentially, a suburb of the Essex town of
Manningtree (I can hear the complaining e-mails already
being fired), the River Stour separating it from its
larger, and prettier, neighbour. The old village is still
pleasant enough, gathered around the medieval church of St Michael, but the long stretch into Manningtree is
thoroughly urban and industrialised.
It was at St Michael that the Catholic priests of this
parish ministered before the Reformation. But
that is now in Anglican care, of course, and so
now we have to go to this functional little brick
building if we want to go to Mass.
The dirty red
brick detracts from the cool simplicity of the
windows. The church dates from 1919. In those
days, it was a parish church; technically, it
isn't any more, but through no fault of its own.
A couple of miles
away is the famous village of East Bergholt, and
it was there that a Benedictine convent was
established in the late 19th century. In 1946,
the nuns left Old Hall, and
their building was taken over by a community of
Franciscans. The Franciscans administrated the
Brantham parish, providing priests to it. And
what a big parish it was! It extended northwards
to the heathlands south of Ipswich (where nobody
actually lived, so it was purely a stroke of a
bureacrats pen).
And then, in the
1960s, the great expansion southwards of Ipswich
began. Large parts of Sproughton civil parish were taken within the
Borough boundary, and on the former Sproughton
Chantry lands the vast Chantry Estate was built,
home to some 30,000 people.
Interestingly,
they all lived within the Catholic Parish of
Brantham, but almost 8 miles from this church,
which sits snuggly in the south east corner.
The obvious thing
was to build a chapel of ease on Chantry,
enabling Catholics there to attend a Mass centre.
The Diocese of
Northampton (in which, unlikely as this may seem,
Brantham then was) decided to go one step
further, building a large modern church on
Chantry, St Mark. This
would become the parish church, and Holy Family
at Brantham retreat to the status of a Mass
station.
There is another
Mass station halfway between the two, at Capel St Mary, where the Catholics share the Anglican
parish church there. So Brantham must feel quite
isolated from its daughter-turned-mother church,
but it is obviously still a lively place, judging
by the modern extension to the south. Indeed,
there is something wholly beautiful that has been
added in the last five years.
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Gabrielle
Pready's glass of 1997.
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