Sunday in Steyning
Up early for a Sunday, and Lorraine and I got ourselves ready for a stroll in the country. We picked up Anton and drove off to Dawn's place in Steyning, and then walked through the village to Helen's new flat, admired the flat, then all set off for a walk, steeply up through woods to the top of the Downs and followed the path which linked up with the South Downs Way, before threading through woods back into the village.
The top of the downs is my least favourite walking, being too much sky and no cover but we were only up there for a while, and I managed this well. There were some lovely views through a fringe of trees down to the valleys below. An absolutely perfect day. Flawless blue sky, and very warm for March. We all mooched along chatting in twos and threes. Lorraine's boot fell apart and Anton cut a flappy bit off the sole with his penknife.
Back down to the village and we had a really nice Sunday lunch and a couple of thirst quenching beers sitting outside in the sun. An indolent evening on the sofa afterwards, but not feeling too bad about it for once.
Below looking down on Steyning, various views through trees. They look better clicked. I particularly like the light chalky soil in the field.
The top of the downs is my least favourite walking, being too much sky and no cover but we were only up there for a while, and I managed this well. There were some lovely views through a fringe of trees down to the valleys below. An absolutely perfect day. Flawless blue sky, and very warm for March. We all mooched along chatting in twos and threes. Lorraine's boot fell apart and Anton cut a flappy bit off the sole with his penknife.
Back down to the village and we had a really nice Sunday lunch and a couple of thirst quenching beers sitting outside in the sun. An indolent evening on the sofa afterwards, but not feeling too bad about it for once.
Below looking down on Steyning, various views through trees. They look better clicked. I particularly like the light chalky soil in the field.
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