Escaping the relentless heatwave for a day at The Weald and Downland Museum, Blue Firth finds sixty years of rescued vernacular architecture roaming across 40 acres of the South Downs, from a 15th century hall saved from demolition to a farmhouse spared from the Channel Tunnel. Equal parts open-air time machine and Jurassic Park for houses, it's a masterclass in wattle, daub and why our forebears were cleverer than we give them credit for.

By God, she’s done it again. Blue Firth, long-time contributor to Tat London, has a knack for bringing to the surface things that should be so firmly under my nose that I always feel faintly embarrassed not to have known them already, and yet entirely grateful for the introduction. After her essential primer on the work of Lucinda Lambton, she has now made the imperative connection to one of the greatest television presenters of all time, Jonathan Meades.

Good grief, have we got a high street for you, or as it popped into my head: "Firth Alley". Yes, that's right, chaps. I have asked your friend and mine, Blue Firth, writer for Tat and maker of beautiful things at Dohm Ceramics, to ponder what would find itself on her stretch of land. As with everything she does, she did not disappoint. She, my glorious bunch, is a person of heart, which is clearly exemplified with these