A Christmas outing to Brighton gave us an opportunity to call in on St. Bartholomew’s, the huge, neo-Byzantine barn which dominates arrival on the railway line.   Austere brick and drainpipes outside, it is huge and numinous within, high vaulted, with the dusk falling on Henry Wilson’s richly ornamented baldacchino and the mosaics on the wall behind.   It was built for Father Wagner, a wealthy, old Etonian tractarian, a bachelor who spent his wealth building big churches for the poor:-