10:20:30 Got the train from Kentish Town to Brighton, changing here at Blackfriars. I always love this view from the station, even on grey days like today. | 10:21:04 | 12:32:32 Finally got to the Devil's Dyke (took a taxi from Brighton station). It is a lovely view from here but the weather was not at its best for the start of the walk. | 12:32:35 |
12:32:37 | 12:34:33 | 12:36:38 | 12:39:43 Looks like a lost jumper or something. |
12:40:45 I always find the first sight of a South Downs Way signpost reassuring, and here the blue sky is also starting to show through the clouds. | 12:42:50 | 12:43:33 | 12:44:27 |
12:48:44 | 12:58:23 Can see the sea from here. | 13:01:43 Those familiar downland chalky tracks. | 13:05:32 |
13:06:57 | 13:19:35 More reassuring signs. | 13:21:45 The sun glistening on the sea in the distance. | 13:24:22 |
13:27:56 | 13:27:58 | 13:30:10 | 13:38:49 |
13:42:17 | 13:53:34 Just after crossing the A283, near Botolphs. | 13:59:20 I thought something like this might be nice for Erika next summer. | 14:05:37 In the tiny village of Botolphs. I thought this pair of cottages were rather appealing. |
14:07:15 A little roadside stall selling fruit and vegetables. | 14:16:11 A rainbow! | 14:16:14 | 14:17:09 The path passed through a large pig farm for some distance. |
14:17:40 | 14:17:40 | 14:17:43 | 14:18:20 |
14:18:26 The pigs were rather cute but a bit smelly. | 14:21:33 | 14:27:08 | 14:27:11 |
14:29:59 Pigs digging for truffles? | 14:30:01 | 14:38:17 Finally beyond the whiff of the pig farm here I think. | 14:44:13 |
14:46:59 | 14:47:02 | 14:51:56 | 15:01:02 |
15:05:24 | 15:05:27 | 15:13:14 | 15:26:50 |
15:27:09 | 15:29:54 Approaching Chanctonbury Ring, apparently the site of some paranormal activity. I just found it a rather peaceful and beautiful spot. | 15:30:52 I looked a bit scruffy and windswept here but I was having a delightful time. | 15:30:57 |
15:37:16 Leaving the enigmatic Chanctonbury Ring behind me now. | 15:45:29 Starting the descent down into Washington. | 15:58:35 | 16:09:15 I had rather hoped I might be able to fit in a quick pint at The Frankland Arms in Washington while waiting for the bus to Pulborough station - I believe a one time haunt of Hilaire Belloc - but sadly it appears it is currently closed for the forseeable future. |
16:09:19 | 17:18:45 So instead, after getting the bus to Pulborough, I reverted to a tried and tested formula of a bag of chips from the chip shop near the station... | 17:22:51 | 17:25:23 ...and a bottle of Nyetimber (the winery being just a mile or two from Pulborough) for the train journey back to London. Bliss! |
18:41:52 I rebelliously ignored this sign to charge my phone on the train. |