Ailz and I went out for the day and while we were gone Jenny and Ian talked to my mother about the uselessness of her one remaining racehorse. Everyone was dreading this conversation but- as so often when you're in dread- things went smoothly; my mother conceded the point- as did the trainer- and the upshot is that the horse will be moved into another career and become someone else's pride and joy (and moneypit).
This is where Ailz and I ended up. Reculver is a mile or two up the coast from Margate. It was the site of a Roman fort, a very early Saxon church and, currently, of this magnificent Norman ruin- which was abandoned by its congregation around 1800 but kept in repair as a navigational aid to shipping.