A flat path high, high up in the air, falling away – soft, rounded forms of the Downs to the left and a plump line of sky and sea to the right. This is the path to Firle. The Beacon being it’s starting point and its way, leading on to way. There is a magic here and it is a place that I love, that we love as a family.

I have visited Kettle’s Yard dozens of times over the last few years – six pilgrimages alone in the last few months before it closed for a long renovation.