Public holiday here in the UK so set off for a solitary walk. Down to the sea and turned west towards Hove and mooched along the seafront in my new boots. After twenty minutes or so I witnessed a mini whirlwind which lifted a heavy tarpaulin and flung it some fifty feet away, just as rain started to fall heavily. Then my phone rang and Anton and Anna were waving down at me from a flat overlooking the sea. Turns out that David and Stephanie are staying there, in an amusingly nautical apartment, and Anton had happened to see me sloping by.
Was invited up for a cup of tea and a cake. Anton wondering if my new boots were chafing at all. Meanwhile Klaudia busily being adorable and saying Peter very clearly now. And then took a stroll along the seafront with them all. Enjoying chatting to David, before leaving them to their lunch to break off inland inspired by a green sunlit glimpse of the Downs. Walked north threading through the backstreets of Hove and eventually made my way beyond the town onto the big green downs, following a track to Devil's Dyke.
Devil's Dyke is the site of earthworks of an iron age fort, and breathtaking views over the Sussex Weald to the North Downs far away. Also you can see the sea behind you. It is a popular site for hang-gliding and flying kites. There is a folktale of the place too here.
Spent some time watching the big dark clouds moving quickly across the sky, and the patches of sunlight and shadow racing over the Sussex Weald. Thinking about the vanished forest that covered it once. It's not hard to imagine. Very beautiful place, but not easy to capture in photographs...
Caught a bus back from Devil's Dyke which took just 15 minutes to take me home as it stopped handily outside the Brighton Station.
Home and spoke to mum, then rested, read and looked at my fingers as they are blue due to furtive tie dying experiments last night.
Two views. Top, overlooking the Weald, and below the Dyke itself. This was supposedly dug by the devil attempting to dig a channel to the sea to flood the Sussex villages because they were converting to Christianity.
Was invited up for a cup of tea and a cake. Anton wondering if my new boots were chafing at all. Meanwhile Klaudia busily being adorable and saying Peter very clearly now. And then took a stroll along the seafront with them all. Enjoying chatting to David, before leaving them to their lunch to break off inland inspired by a green sunlit glimpse of the Downs. Walked north threading through the backstreets of Hove and eventually made my way beyond the town onto the big green downs, following a track to Devil's Dyke.
Devil's Dyke is the site of earthworks of an iron age fort, and breathtaking views over the Sussex Weald to the North Downs far away. Also you can see the sea behind you. It is a popular site for hang-gliding and flying kites. There is a folktale of the place too here.
Spent some time watching the big dark clouds moving quickly across the sky, and the patches of sunlight and shadow racing over the Sussex Weald. Thinking about the vanished forest that covered it once. It's not hard to imagine. Very beautiful place, but not easy to capture in photographs...
Caught a bus back from Devil's Dyke which took just 15 minutes to take me home as it stopped handily outside the Brighton Station.
Home and spoke to mum, then rested, read and looked at my fingers as they are blue due to furtive tie dying experiments last night.
Two views. Top, overlooking the Weald, and below the Dyke itself. This was supposedly dug by the devil attempting to dig a channel to the sea to flood the Sussex villages because they were converting to Christianity.
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