tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69474454519312350522024-02-07T12:33:11.212+00:00DRAWING BREATH : A COASTAL PUSHBIKE JOURNEYUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-75108742304492486902009-07-16T12:55:00.010+01:002009-08-08T19:31:01.981+01:00HASTINGS TO THE ISLE OF WIGHT : 31.5.09 - 29.6.09This cycle ride is the second journey undertaken as part of my Drawing Breath arts and health project. It follows a ride in 2007 between Whitstable and Hastings which is also recorded in this blog. A group collaborative exhibition, "Drawing Breath Recycled" about this earlier ride followed, opening at the Horsebridge Arts and Community Centre in Whitstable in October last year, and this is currently touring hospitals in the south of England.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYUo6uDzCkT6n0KxWNg-Wqse_VWJMS4VO2URelrPZJip38IlVURj2qfsOQH5XJ4XBUN8YjDAk5Zo6U-CH7bPolr5rg62jfPuGYQmNqCqB984hA2Rdx5XyTtrX6t9WRtz31pNkcrOvxVE/s1600-h/MapHastingsBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYUo6uDzCkT6n0KxWNg-Wqse_VWJMS4VO2URelrPZJip38IlVURj2qfsOQH5XJ4XBUN8YjDAk5Zo6U-CH7bPolr5rg62jfPuGYQmNqCqB984hA2Rdx5XyTtrX6t9WRtz31pNkcrOvxVE/s400/MapHastingsBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360590748381379250" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A black and white version of the Hastings to Isle of Wight blog was posted on the first floor of the Horsebridge Centre, throughout the journey.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Erx1VE_uJTJ_3D3n6h4XUuv93SIg9wxJUHlMBCj9zoiO8awQD4uUnDv-Y5Rc1GsjnnWi0a_6Dn7gEgayRktPXi3XUwqdIOAWpSuDhyphenhyphenM-dFkmvqdDOAqeEaWC4C7tVKOkEnFfZcXsebc/s1600-h/HorsebrgWallBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Erx1VE_uJTJ_3D3n6h4XUuv93SIg9wxJUHlMBCj9zoiO8awQD4uUnDv-Y5Rc1GsjnnWi0a_6Dn7gEgayRktPXi3XUwqdIOAWpSuDhyphenhyphenM-dFkmvqdDOAqeEaWC4C7tVKOkEnFfZcXsebc/s400/HorsebrgWallBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365768481443481954" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The blog has now been reversed online so that the whole journey can be read as a chronological narrative event. Clicking on 2009 in the left hand archive will enable you to view the entire journey blog without break. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIpyqIAh3mpRYRc5Fqtcb7tuPpI_pb9refx4mMqaK3RqWoua5Y9iRPOY9r5Hwr-giHqxmJPmztSfVfSTKhx_3au5-v8O8oI5DpzKRFrSpFUD5CjvOvWgoy38jtJ0KDUy6E-lw9dMl1u9U/s1600-h/IoWblog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIpyqIAh3mpRYRc5Fqtcb7tuPpI_pb9refx4mMqaK3RqWoua5Y9iRPOY9r5Hwr-giHqxmJPmztSfVfSTKhx_3au5-v8O8oI5DpzKRFrSpFUD5CjvOvWgoy38jtJ0KDUy6E-lw9dMl1u9U/s400/IoWblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367661784287470850" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The project was designed to be interactive but, unlike my 2007 ride, the site's Forum page has not been functioning well so apologies if you were among the people who tried to post comments there.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-16596353780155852272009-07-16T12:54:00.002+01:002009-08-03T17:13:20.877+01:0024 May 2009 - Preparations<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEpP9H9btJPrELRnGyGwHVBt9-1STIHW0XVK_rMsKgaRcpdC8hJrDjvGiVvS_4GI0Znhp8-OUAQn0YMdJnUgcrqlFWpyRua4-UkjNjIj8_j_3845wrD46kM5VwgUkRsdAbrrrUcwY/s1600-h/TentMoiBE.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEpP9H9btJPrELRnGyGwHVBt9-1STIHW0XVK_rMsKgaRcpdC8hJrDjvGiVvS_4GI0Znhp8-OUAQn0YMdJnUgcrqlFWpyRua4-UkjNjIj8_j_3845wrD46kM5VwgUkRsdAbrrrUcwY/s320/TentMoiBE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340829958924900946" /></a>This time, further from home and knowing fewer people on this section of the coast I will be camping about half of the time. Last week my pop-up tent arrived from Filthy Fox Festival Gear in a fetching shade of plum, an improvement on the alternative choice: a Cath Kidson style flowery version of the same model. These tents pop up dramatically, good when you're exhausted, but warnings about the impossibility of popping them down again has necessitated a rehearsal camping overnight in the back garden of friends (thank you Moi+Cath). And courtesey of an online instruction video and lots of help, I am now proficient at re-packing it. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Yesterday</span> I visited an outlet of the National Balloon Association to buy long skinny ones to build a large blow-up bicycle at a Breathe Easy group beach event on the Isle of Wight. They look like a pile of worms and prove impossible to blow up with one's own breath. They will require a pump which somewhat defeats the purpose of the exercise. And it extends the metaphor of breath-created balloon sculptures in the direction of supplementary oxygen. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Airwall"</span> Interactive audience project during exhibition Drawing Breath Recycle: Maps and Journeys (2008 at Horsebridge Gallery, Whitstable, now touring)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipcR6tA6ivBhyphenhyphenKLUqLLpZ2s2h4SoaVL69sj_bNOr_yHGO54Z7UoyY0DFowiVd7S6LgjBn-0jXZOxGgjbdqGXULFlG-rOmCVXW0wZxMDRs3nvOnSwe5AvcTSrk5qFtIoimA1jyovF4/s1600-h/StonesBalloons.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipcR6tA6ivBhyphenhyphenKLUqLLpZ2s2h4SoaVL69sj_bNOr_yHGO54Z7UoyY0DFowiVd7S6LgjBn-0jXZOxGgjbdqGXULFlG-rOmCVXW0wZxMDRs3nvOnSwe5AvcTSrk5qFtIoimA1jyovF4/s200/StonesBalloons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340840027115865842" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGaVhx1yZmLL6ErkuzblIzBMJnr9pTuPLbX5-iOcooCvfQ27awmPsI8-5_qZAXsu2UiC3z5kNUMwrSDxF7lOeF2KCpFcrOE-0MBOdDta014KH_efutOwmtkLk6pHpiuUf3e8xD7s/s1600-h/BalloonsMedium.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGaVhx1yZmLL6ErkuzblIzBMJnr9pTuPLbX5-iOcooCvfQ27awmPsI8-5_qZAXsu2UiC3z5kNUMwrSDxF7lOeF2KCpFcrOE-0MBOdDta014KH_efutOwmtkLk6pHpiuUf3e8xD7s/s200/BalloonsMedium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340840022977373122" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Community Lungs"</span> Conquest Hospital, end of day 9 April 2009<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKRwTzsNR1Ppre071gKEHYWx-J2eCG-7srugX40BfrrPI1cX6jIidTUjjwICD0Bd7RaProkp58hhUyhiD2ZosokjLjYbHMJiDzPbtjrdvp12YSzRHK-9aYgJ5pj9W52oRknFFxko/s1600-h/P1080057.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKRwTzsNR1Ppre071gKEHYWx-J2eCG-7srugX40BfrrPI1cX6jIidTUjjwICD0Bd7RaProkp58hhUyhiD2ZosokjLjYbHMJiDzPbtjrdvp12YSzRHK-9aYgJ5pj9W52oRknFFxko/s400/P1080057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340846676461597330" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Recent research trials</span> suggest that when oxygen is given to lung disease patients, it works better when mixed with helium, rather than the "room air" which is currently used. Interesting high frequency soundscapes can be anticipated on respiratory wards if this is adopted as standard practice.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-60700184165257211812009-07-16T12:52:00.002+01:002009-07-16T15:56:11.366+01:0028 May 2009 - The post arrives .....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU5akEHe0FkYNrUZc91SGHoyfnZwzdSsDRf35ZfBrgN7dCezsPI0YyQVC0KrRPSTqM-JxOWKdw1L6KZ5lUt9T6bvhpZaxTqIq-8pJJx2bLgfMncItMIu7z4roS0ADLvFDTTDAw72g/s1600-h/DBconnieSmall.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU5akEHe0FkYNrUZc91SGHoyfnZwzdSsDRf35ZfBrgN7dCezsPI0YyQVC0KrRPSTqM-JxOWKdw1L6KZ5lUt9T6bvhpZaxTqIq-8pJJx2bLgfMncItMIu7z4roS0ADLvFDTTDAw72g/s200/DBconnieSmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340885379459853906" /></a>A good luck card from Connie has arrived in the post. I met her in 2007 at a cycling club for people with disabilitiies before setting out on my previous journey. Within 5 minutes she had asked me to stay with her when I reached Broadstairs. <br />Connie has survived a raft of medical problems and still manages to visit the cycling club but in former times she would think nothing of cycling 60 miles in one day. When I stayed with her we watched the Tour de France together. She is on the left here with her niece, Kim.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-82194510505610166682009-07-16T12:48:00.001+01:002009-07-16T15:55:42.892+01:0028 May 2009 - Countdown to Sunday<span style="font-weight:bold;">Finishing the last ride at Hastings Old Town in 2007</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikkH6F-f8X3AcQ9MvpKOADtj3zyCsAHxS9BY2a2wEeLMFuzxa76_Rn1IUbE6Drc_6Q6GZpMZF3xHV-wEjKz9cWc85r6Ga5-Uld2piUDDVsEJ3sTBaBnotJxCEKARjXnA1ll4vIb0w/s1600-h/jeanHastgSquare.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikkH6F-f8X3AcQ9MvpKOADtj3zyCsAHxS9BY2a2wEeLMFuzxa76_Rn1IUbE6Drc_6Q6GZpMZF3xHV-wEjKz9cWc85r6Ga5-Uld2piUDDVsEJ3sTBaBnotJxCEKARjXnA1ll4vIb0w/s400/jeanHastgSquare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340942232011325010" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And now about to leave for the Isle of Wight from the lifeboat station in Hastings Old Town this Sunday 31 May at 11 am .....Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-2907406711052567062009-07-16T12:43:00.004+01:002009-08-03T17:48:51.607+01:0030/31 May 2009 - Overnight on Romney Marsh<span style="font-weight: bold;">7.30 a.m.</span><br /><br />We are staying with Jo on Romney Marsh.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUuBr-JOqotlElhLU7_O6NTVR9kJUMbIhnEMbNqAzNnbX9k-YjgdAGXlW5G36NNWh3R53-uUbxnxb4hYhCC6nH5Mt5jFcDI8sZPWIJjxx2F_ZOBfGwtOt7hrDHd3aiamiBk2TmXFk/s1600-h/JoNelsonBlog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUuBr-JOqotlElhLU7_O6NTVR9kJUMbIhnEMbNqAzNnbX9k-YjgdAGXlW5G36NNWh3R53-uUbxnxb4hYhCC6nH5Mt5jFcDI8sZPWIJjxx2F_ZOBfGwtOt7hrDHd3aiamiBk2TmXFk/s400/JoNelsonBlog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342299043123992674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstn-nOEoiPL4U-mIiQ69EzY8tsX9i8INNely6mjlIxU2SpXD6OWc34qysxDSmfsW5wfKs8xbHGRrcgwlFVG0sq7mfzdiwtnwvULjRPu4P_kZNzaNIRsHOToQNzeUZQwu1C3GoqIA/s1600-h/JeanWeightBlog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstn-nOEoiPL4U-mIiQ69EzY8tsX9i8INNely6mjlIxU2SpXD6OWc34qysxDSmfsW5wfKs8xbHGRrcgwlFVG0sq7mfzdiwtnwvULjRPu4P_kZNzaNIRsHOToQNzeUZQwu1C3GoqIA/s320/JeanWeightBlog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342298270988546946" border="0" /></a><br />I stayed with her during my 2007 ride between Whitstable and Hastings, so this seems right. She is a great host, it's very serene here surrounded by the Marsh and too nice to leave.<br /><br />But needs must, and with Jo's help I weigh myself, then myself plus my load, and subtract the weight I've already been cycling with (weights totalling 22 lbs) in my panniers. My baggage is now 25 lbs, so thankfully not much more than I've already become used to. (Photo: Jo Nelson)<br /><br />We head for Hastings, past the turquoise sheep near Jo's house, and past people doing Sunday things - boot fairs, joggers, roaring bikers on their way to a convention.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKniCpTm0-cuxVgFDYBVOzyYBBB03JlhhtU55kg5Nwsfqsv6mGNpNqwzWDQfrY9LIr2TouZrgsfu7miCZVumMmAwa16qyO_4r_nGodEs2SdydSvA6xMpI4r2n26JIQouSoLIL0G4g/s1600-h/TurquoiseSheepBlog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKniCpTm0-cuxVgFDYBVOzyYBBB03JlhhtU55kg5Nwsfqsv6mGNpNqwzWDQfrY9LIr2TouZrgsfu7miCZVumMmAwa16qyO_4r_nGodEs2SdydSvA6xMpI4r2n26JIQouSoLIL0G4g/s200/TurquoiseSheepBlog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342298650781938162" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-37439487237753140852009-07-16T12:39:00.007+01:002009-08-03T18:00:48.487+01:0031 May 2009 - Day 1: Hastings to Bexhill<span style="font-weight: bold;">Hastings<br />10.15 am</span><br /><br />Unloading the bike from the car, the back tyre is flat and won't hold air. Disaster looms, when miraculously Tom and Laurie from my Breathe Easy group arrive to represent our Breathe Easy Canterbury group. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8dH2eg3wjzdkQA2nsvbbuaWqTZc0Fr9Y3YPmPRiprfxGZ6fDCcLT9FPw84P0fvSFvGtOy_UNbMFpcBevPB7V7G5L0zJzN470et_VkTCOUxfknLQ-us9Ebp9fSmjXrnFYs9skOG8/s1600-h/TomTyreBlog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8dH2eg3wjzdkQA2nsvbbuaWqTZc0Fr9Y3YPmPRiprfxGZ6fDCcLT9FPw84P0fvSFvGtOy_UNbMFpcBevPB7V7G5L0zJzN470et_VkTCOUxfknLQ-us9Ebp9fSmjXrnFYs9skOG8/s320/TomTyreBlog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342301312696197666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Tom has wine, a Breathe Easy banner, and most importantly inner tube skills. He sets about mending the tyre, while three members of Hastings Urban Bikes arrive - Melanie, Sheena and Bernie - who will be riding with me to Bexill. Brook and Valerie, friends from home, also turn up. While Tom is mending the tyre, I meet folk from Hastings Urban Bonfire Group and exchange details about our plans.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCwbplgaL37unlzkjEpYWFH6yPr0fUfCuVix39mrhVpUQ1t3lig1gLDGUFf38GMmI1HuKlFNQkC0zJgropPEghFk4BkPjasfqWbN3nFI-xxrryLZ_O0j845s57YwBDVs4JA9hKfp0/s1600-h/HastgsBonfireClubBlog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCwbplgaL37unlzkjEpYWFH6yPr0fUfCuVix39mrhVpUQ1t3lig1gLDGUFf38GMmI1HuKlFNQkC0zJgropPEghFk4BkPjasfqWbN3nFI-xxrryLZ_O0j845s57YwBDVs4JA9hKfp0/s320/HastgsBonfireClubBlog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342300234578309618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">11.30 a.m.<br />Departure</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">26C, 29% humidity, wind north-easterly but changeable.</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />O.S. Explorer Map No. 124<br />Distance cycled: 5.2 miles</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsoBCx44LV10U83S9tgRbNLz7BjfsELiAXjkoGs5PNFYcl5zVCtwppNx8fGs14kBz21EB7K3XHgr7cwDvQwPbK2PHq0hTAvWejneXTLCS1KDiqM4oKRUVN65JCz7IfE65uVcDskg/s1600-h/DepartGpBlog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsoBCx44LV10U83S9tgRbNLz7BjfsELiAXjkoGs5PNFYcl5zVCtwppNx8fGs14kBz21EB7K3XHgr7cwDvQwPbK2PHq0hTAvWejneXTLCS1KDiqM4oKRUVN65JCz7IfE65uVcDskg/s400/DepartGpBlog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342300026381014082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We cycle along the promenade, passing Hastings landmarks: the pier which is locked, lonely and unsafe, and Marine Court - flats built in the thirties to represent the luxory of the Queen Mary liner. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lUDN7VINaj5BpNzFWYkCLuXOPvpI55alm-Xeux1vSDQDcR92VGPT4x9cbKHasYQqKaLLSFSCBjZIDz5AMVrCRlTA91JLUnl3GdpKP7y6SMOoC68IIdz80Q_v744M21dgte3QLm0/s1600-h/SheenaPierBlog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lUDN7VINaj5BpNzFWYkCLuXOPvpI55alm-Xeux1vSDQDcR92VGPT4x9cbKHasYQqKaLLSFSCBjZIDz5AMVrCRlTA91JLUnl3GdpKP7y6SMOoC68IIdz80Q_v744M21dgte3QLm0/s400/SheenaPierBlog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342300552088587842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG-jyXMyTLJduBMrKD8TOq43MuIxGyBGIJRNQ8ZVvT4fPi5us3E2iWVep8mN1u9VOwmddoSeYBCOZQpUgXBiuSfWhY0qZbje8ffDiN87qFvVyxIHp_rPcFzOMOM2APaJk_SMqRGpc/s1600-h/MelBernMarineBlog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG-jyXMyTLJduBMrKD8TOq43MuIxGyBGIJRNQ8ZVvT4fPi5us3E2iWVep8mN1u9VOwmddoSeYBCOZQpUgXBiuSfWhY0qZbje8ffDiN87qFvVyxIHp_rPcFzOMOM2APaJk_SMqRGpc/s400/MelBernMarineBlog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342299599676487938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We pass rocks called Goat Ledge, and close to Bexhill, My Lord's Rock.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsI7dOYCvYlM6zpeeefHmdms83XJUBA4qX6akAlbbXKFu_cx8wF3-knPfWuRKV-bdc8J9zheWzQOE0PPn_Nd0iQJsSSH2jqv-cWjfK0rrUBngEZxClyXaVyI8pEHSv2UNGoDpsR4I/s1600-h/vintageCrBexhlBlog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsI7dOYCvYlM6zpeeefHmdms83XJUBA4qX6akAlbbXKFu_cx8wF3-knPfWuRKV-bdc8J9zheWzQOE0PPn_Nd0iQJsSSH2jqv-cWjfK0rrUBngEZxClyXaVyI8pEHSv2UNGoDpsR4I/s200/vintageCrBexhlBlog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342300864242927602" border="0" /></a>Pedalling feels harder than I expected. I'm not even carrying the weight of the tent as this is being delivered to Bexhill by Rita. With a following wind and a level surface I still don't have enough oxygen to speak. After small but quite steep section of the A259 where I have to get off and push, we arrive for a rest at the Beach Cafe and I realise the front brakes are locked onto one side of the tyre. Bernie adjusts them so after a drink we carry on around Galley Point along the top of the sea defence wall and onto the Bexhill pier, passing the Bexhill 100 Motor Club's vintage car exhibition on the way, with crowds cheering its organiser.<br /><br /><br />My companions recommend the Colonnades cafe below the de la Warr Pavilion as cheaper by far. And so it turns out to be. This part of Bexhill is alive with a delightful chaos of architectural styles, from the art deco of the Pavilion to nearby minarets influenced by the Maharajah of Cooch Behar at the turn of the last century.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFwv3-1skcX9b0iwJ8_iBOnXKM4cXHUlPflUCSyjF1bsibVsYhmtU_K8zHeB-cQs9YG2ECShiG0XlETwr7r3tiETWnMt89lmOVC3fgHZQvAdPWHncTr37m5NRUrbLGk1qMpp19b4/s1600-h/CollonadesBexhilBlog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFwv3-1skcX9b0iwJ8_iBOnXKM4cXHUlPflUCSyjF1bsibVsYhmtU_K8zHeB-cQs9YG2ECShiG0XlETwr7r3tiETWnMt89lmOVC3fgHZQvAdPWHncTr37m5NRUrbLGk1qMpp19b4/s400/CollonadesBexhilBlog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342300550775557714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sheena departs for a <a href="www.haarg.org.uk/">Hastings Area Archeological Research Group</a> Roman dig she is expected at, while Bernie cycles on to visit his daughter-in-law who has a beach hut further on. When he returns he speaks of his father, a fireman who never smoked yet died from emphysema, at a time when there was little awareness of the pollutant nature of smoke and ash from fires. <br /><br />Above the Colonnades is the de la Warr Pavilion where we meet Rosemary and Laurie who have driven out from East Kent.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5Z5kwybxPEpojTRyje6xzC5LDaMWLvEmtOk8w0sg2Ch9K20rMRWg4x5HbwuYGvevEIoxv9kezqYFkIlhMFkAN1xxj-kIPy6y6aSkKX3eccrnnZIW41TSE282f3ckzkfxWVJ4_aI/s1600-h/RosemyLaurieBlog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5Z5kwybxPEpojTRyje6xzC5LDaMWLvEmtOk8w0sg2Ch9K20rMRWg4x5HbwuYGvevEIoxv9kezqYFkIlhMFkAN1xxj-kIPy6y6aSkKX3eccrnnZIW41TSE282f3ckzkfxWVJ4_aI/s320/RosemyLaurieBlog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342301320665366226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://graveneymarsh.blogspot.com">Laurie Duggan</a> is an Australian poet whose work is grounded in his walks and other travels. <br /><br />After dropping my bike and baggage with Mary, who I will stay with tomorrow night, we head back for Whitstable, listening to Edward Thomas' "Roads", and "The road not travelled" by Robert Frost on the radio. <br /><br />There is a party at home in Whitstable that I don't want to miss at the new Salt Marsh restaurant (01227 272955), just opened by Tony Tarratts who also runs the "achingly rustic" cafe - a true community hub at the other end of our road. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXi86dqPJD6krujdLmdqE-nHTYmj7T00TBjEiRPNtPKgw57Nr_99hZFA1Z90Mm-u9uniIYJtJfafShu3aCmIhl9QKncy2vr8naP0qAZbwb1_r7UhJ9BOyczJTj4CPFM_s34lLZSgw/s1600-h/SaltMsh2blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXi86dqPJD6krujdLmdqE-nHTYmj7T00TBjEiRPNtPKgw57Nr_99hZFA1Z90Mm-u9uniIYJtJfafShu3aCmIhl9QKncy2vr8naP0qAZbwb1_r7UhJ9BOyczJTj4CPFM_s34lLZSgw/s320/SaltMsh2blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342307807106750050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A big thank you to the Hastings Urban Bike people - Sheena, Bernie and Melanie, the rides co-ordinator - for supporting my first day's ride. I hope we meet again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-32900675284613614022009-07-16T12:36:00.001+01:002009-07-16T15:47:16.080+01:001 June 2009 - Day 2: Back to Bexhill (Sidley)<span style="font-weight:bold;">2.30 p.m.</span><br /><br />Returned on the train to Sidley yesterday, taxi to Mary's house. <a href="www.onetwoone.org.uk">Mary Hooper</a> is an artist who, working in Arts and Healthcare based at Conquest Hospital, first encouraged me to develop this project.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcPv1Z3WgBbUQ2jH-gE6MTbUNSb-3fxKnEUoloq27gTDgyPeEovTDt3c9uhgYlV4VY6Tg_QcV0kXwQxkT81_mpSphaRetZZZLy-7Xk7PQBV5D5PJ98_qWyCoQ2HrfwOq0bNl-BaEU/s1600-h/P1080161.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcPv1Z3WgBbUQ2jH-gE6MTbUNSb-3fxKnEUoloq27gTDgyPeEovTDt3c9uhgYlV4VY6Tg_QcV0kXwQxkT81_mpSphaRetZZZLy-7Xk7PQBV5D5PJ98_qWyCoQ2HrfwOq0bNl-BaEU/s320/P1080161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342678872288878610" /></a><br /><br />Sidley, she tells me, was originally a clearing for charcoal burners, developed as a staging post for passing coaches and has now been subsumed within Eastbourne's urban expansion. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhill9V5hdUqTM2huWwdtF5Nbs-JS1DMYaDpbJTfysXpWf5p6E2VsbAOemjm_Zr16F65Rq8B7j0xiw_shyphenhyphen6yQL4QIsEUyfXsPB8zxXIi2dTKZChupj6ZEPr-meEpOwxQFUNoCPjAsI/s1600-h/P1080146.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhill9V5hdUqTM2huWwdtF5Nbs-JS1DMYaDpbJTfysXpWf5p6E2VsbAOemjm_Zr16F65Rq8B7j0xiw_shyphenhyphen6yQL4QIsEUyfXsPB8zxXIi2dTKZChupj6ZEPr-meEpOwxQFUNoCPjAsI/s320/P1080146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342680622245311378" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mary's house is a visual feast, "just ideas", she says, "a sketchbook". She plays me the soundtrack of work she is doing with junior school pupils about English apples - chidren's voices harmonising rhythms of these old apple names we seldom hear any more. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK9MiL4gDc4uNimlT3hvwEC02eO_5D0kX5V5eIF-C4ZJ9qjIpwRAYihIkXbMDGlcPg4qf_i2S3rLGgPY__NlMWs0KZUVe8AbHI8k5FAzY5w1M7gAplLP-_H4v0Kpup0bDt3mvYQYo/s1600-h/P1080151.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK9MiL4gDc4uNimlT3hvwEC02eO_5D0kX5V5eIF-C4ZJ9qjIpwRAYihIkXbMDGlcPg4qf_i2S3rLGgPY__NlMWs0KZUVe8AbHI8k5FAzY5w1M7gAplLP-_H4v0Kpup0bDt3mvYQYo/s400/P1080151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342685657310284306" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />7.30 p.m.</span><br /><br />Mary drives me to a rehearsal of the <a href="www.battlechoral.co.uk">Battle Choral Society</a> established in 1903 of whom eighty-nine are fresh from a successful concert on Saturday night at the de la Warr Pavilion. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha_2uvOvt6I9-xLImr2WbLHdVjAWWgnwc4-3cpctY3dGuzmS0K9-NRiaOklHvvWpIrlfmT3nPzc0ETy9cnj8P9BYqEQEl6jgDu0cTmRXN_TP4W7J2fe33JeUqN1o9ygACZSNzPnbM/s1600-h/P1080135.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha_2uvOvt6I9-xLImr2WbLHdVjAWWgnwc4-3cpctY3dGuzmS0K9-NRiaOklHvvWpIrlfmT3nPzc0ETy9cnj8P9BYqEQEl6jgDu0cTmRXN_TP4W7J2fe33JeUqN1o9ygACZSNzPnbM/s320/P1080135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342683179318251426" /></a><br /><br />I speak to Tricia who has severe asthma, and Marjorie, who had polio at six months, and whose husband died of emphysema. They and everyone else I speak to confirms the benefit of regular singing for lung health.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Back at Mary's I photograph her youngest son Pete's tattoos, executed by his older brother Thomas who works as a tattooist in Brooklyn, NYC.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqJuaxogbyUXE2ykvh4kMZM7rdB_9Epid9zv2pHpwIc0gJPJHyPmVr37fku-iEDU2Q1i2i1pJ5rvkeArOi2a5Jn0lvwD_VbaQK7plY2KAkIHkjUurNikDGWk2T5QFWpKATeCxM7U/s1600-h/P1080141.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqJuaxogbyUXE2ykvh4kMZM7rdB_9Epid9zv2pHpwIc0gJPJHyPmVr37fku-iEDU2Q1i2i1pJ5rvkeArOi2a5Jn0lvwD_VbaQK7plY2KAkIHkjUurNikDGWk2T5QFWpKATeCxM7U/s400/P1080141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342684240188554978" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Pete is keen racing cyclist. With the sweet fitness of youth he finds it hard to understand my own limitations.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-46977935629730384322009-07-16T12:35:00.005+01:002009-07-19T17:55:06.727+01:002 June 2009 - Day 3: Sidley to Norman's Bay<div><strong>3.15 p.m.<br />Temperature 23.1C, humidity 27%, sunny with light south-easterly wind.<br />O.S. Explorer Map No. 124<br />Distance cycled: 8.4 miles</strong><br /><br />Downhill ride from Mary's to reconnect with the Bexhill promenade where cycling is not allowed. But it's too pretty to leave, with flowers everywhere and glorious sun. But the prom ends with no path, with shingle and no clear route up to the road. But to the rescue Ray cycles up, takes his bike across 100 yards of shingle up a steep, slope and then miraculously comes back for mine.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJKYw6vJ1hyF0bmflnlriTbJb1gpWxPFAU3g5UJxxi4oAtZMrZJuvs7VkIj39zc8ENCcVcTfNeB_89bnXC5nHmWz473rPmpWgKfsuqHi706j1iIzKpLMWjJrEZGQDu-B2xeuaMXwI/s1600-h/P1080165.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343388712532999026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJKYw6vJ1hyF0bmflnlriTbJb1gpWxPFAU3g5UJxxi4oAtZMrZJuvs7VkIj39zc8ENCcVcTfNeB_89bnXC5nHmWz473rPmpWgKfsuqHi706j1iIzKpLMWjJrEZGQDu-B2xeuaMXwI/s200/P1080165.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6XXEsgoQS6pKo1pGlvIEDyMqHQ3bpanvUGj__XMz7KFB97HcFkw8CaHjgs0ygGKPGheOPGKfr5mDwOF-38AEROr10VGuO7XNTVm6pJSHzxzfHz3japx8PrHuRKUFl0-uUK74uok/s1600-h/P1080166.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343388716223956418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6XXEsgoQS6pKo1pGlvIEDyMqHQ3bpanvUGj__XMz7KFB97HcFkw8CaHjgs0ygGKPGheOPGKfr5mDwOF-38AEROr10VGuO7XNTVm6pJSHzxzfHz3japx8PrHuRKUFl0-uUK74uok/s200/P1080166.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He asks me about my ride and tells me he's survived throat cancer.<br /><br />I miss my turning at Cooden Beach station, and cycle an unnecessary extra and very hilly mile. When I get to Norman's Bay station I narrowly miss getting hit by a horn-blaring express train as I struggle to get my bike through the narrow crossing gate and across the tracs. The Railtrack man could have helped but clearly feels he is not there to assist the public.<br /><br />Norman's Bay is cut off from the world by the railway line which runs parallel to the shore. The houses look shabby and expensive. A glimpse of a Cristo sculpture, and then Ray cycling back again and telling me the campsite is just 10 minutes away.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiG8mWFKl5PVuN6CN3KBBe_7VAYdtMBlrdnJXYApw_UwhF9dOS2nsuj3K2jdzhsxqIbtjMapaIMEHMMXMrfXkZnXHJvY4PO7oYjznQOyos9AQp2-ymC5N0C7dpDkBRBqYQ24Yh79Y/s1600-h/P1080168.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiG8mWFKl5PVuN6CN3KBBe_7VAYdtMBlrdnJXYApw_UwhF9dOS2nsuj3K2jdzhsxqIbtjMapaIMEHMMXMrfXkZnXHJvY4PO7oYjznQOyos9AQp2-ymC5N0C7dpDkBRBqYQ24Yh79Y/s320/P1080168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343420208573524098" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzCaDU-wLSQS75omUJ-adq8LhFvPyZfTZKg_820mB2eDm-VgUx_GiWJwUBBAY8bfbwZ-TZnEhkzCUZUw49vwc-ZZMvbrE19w1PpYC8S8vVFUfQBawX8PysfMM1IIjpdDg4YlghBg4/s1600-h/P1080214copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343390099832870338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzCaDU-wLSQS75omUJ-adq8LhFvPyZfTZKg_820mB2eDm-VgUx_GiWJwUBBAY8bfbwZ-TZnEhkzCUZUw49vwc-ZZMvbrE19w1PpYC8S8vVFUfQBawX8PysfMM1IIjpdDg4YlghBg4/s320/P1080214copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>The campsite is rather genteel, the staff friendly, and I get a sheltered pitch looking across at the marshes.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOBpL8QRruPay_2_mLfT-ZkxeT8DQ5zUiMrhSNCvluxEVG-4GcgFPW4UDsXew1OV1pWLCpwm0wj-oJ4WzxkcdlE7Cpic_pr-5Zr9eRlua9f_YjoQgLRKqi2sE0fdVdJOtBnl3V5xQ/s1600-h/Tentblog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOBpL8QRruPay_2_mLfT-ZkxeT8DQ5zUiMrhSNCvluxEVG-4GcgFPW4UDsXew1OV1pWLCpwm0wj-oJ4WzxkcdlE7Cpic_pr-5Zr9eRlua9f_YjoQgLRKqi2sE0fdVdJOtBnl3V5xQ/s200/Tentblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345026541102593618" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZ91tZZzxx66CK1RpWIe_VZWtgzWIkhQ7duK6Yn_SohXA5x0F6J6xBE0erZIFqtUSsREs-ObXKZsgOj2JqZxMpQ56Nz5ej_Fae-w5a5dlZjZSY7F2WNvYeCnwWWJhHeNAvIXWn44/s1600-h/P1080169.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZ91tZZzxx66CK1RpWIe_VZWtgzWIkhQ7duK6Yn_SohXA5x0F6J6xBE0erZIFqtUSsREs-ObXKZsgOj2JqZxMpQ56Nz5ej_Fae-w5a5dlZjZSY7F2WNvYeCnwWWJhHeNAvIXWn44/s200/P1080169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343413357340466738" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After dinner I go for a walk. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEqjZ7s8-ovnWYz585dLn9dxLEd8Iedz0yaNwcBIQ0nue9yOeqWTIjo_mPezjUWegZkTtp6qrNvp9QCdPzId-T-_4cXCO6pjUN_oOrXhWIK1n7FLU4qo0BnuFNbcn6VQUMiTIY9Pw/s1600-h/P1080178.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEqjZ7s8-ovnWYz585dLn9dxLEd8Iedz0yaNwcBIQ0nue9yOeqWTIjo_mPezjUWegZkTtp6qrNvp9QCdPzId-T-_4cXCO6pjUN_oOrXhWIK1n7FLU4qo0BnuFNbcn6VQUMiTIY9Pw/s200/P1080178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343416529463384658" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpQyGyH1c_pgGDg7KUjWc3aYdqf_jOEJvEElKdTDjglfNOSgcDdeTk_pQOjUFur9GhwHxff1OGvttsZI8mptINcFeQzaKwi9AvpOa1bQG6wRacztJqwPUKlAnZsD46SLNNZf4zz7k/s1600-h/P1080188.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpQyGyH1c_pgGDg7KUjWc3aYdqf_jOEJvEElKdTDjglfNOSgcDdeTk_pQOjUFur9GhwHxff1OGvttsZI8mptINcFeQzaKwi9AvpOa1bQG6wRacztJqwPUKlAnZsD46SLNNZf4zz7k/s200/P1080188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343416524965500450" /></a>Fishermen and women tell me the strange object is a martello tower being privately renovated as a home. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_FKBjIFOffR7PaVQt_-R6AJcvJPQPx7WN7jqQtcra2fbWvVTwrt6qGEw2i9QDrChyphenhyphenfshr8wc7_IN3REZfJiGxrGYLDlqTFjQ-DWSWrZXtMVLs2-bWSCsAdDh1Cy88H7saWJrBzrY/s1600-h/P1080183.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_FKBjIFOffR7PaVQt_-R6AJcvJPQPx7WN7jqQtcra2fbWvVTwrt6qGEw2i9QDrChyphenhyphenfshr8wc7_IN3REZfJiGxrGYLDlqTFjQ-DWSWrZXtMVLs2-bWSCsAdDh1Cy88H7saWJrBzrY/s400/P1080183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343417760878102226" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I return to mine, and layers of clothes, sleeping bag and thermal blanket.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-53575402587201854792009-07-16T12:33:00.003+01:002009-07-19T17:54:36.027+01:003 June 2009 - Day 4: Normans Bay to Eastbourne<strong>6.30 a.m.</strong><br /><br />A morning of pottering, re-packing and making phone calls.<br />Andy and Della come over with a big fluffy dog called Meda. Andy asks about my pop-up tent, which he calls a "self-erection" tent. They have a proper tent, unlike my nearest neighbours who have something the size of a house and a 4x4 which could single-handedly destroy the ozone layer. Della's parents have recently moved to Whitstable, my home town.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCG0bAqNsY43Pdp6-aJ4c-exP1WXzfW3Hyr51qdLsu_4N2sJySraN9bejG90VgelXpoakiUoHnz6EiNx5UX8L4lBpAX9v24jVMW0rizQqGx3QpU1mK6zPjZoGV2oO6mgdtcP-m8Bk/s1600-h/P1080203.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343387026980820578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCG0bAqNsY43Pdp6-aJ4c-exP1WXzfW3Hyr51qdLsu_4N2sJySraN9bejG90VgelXpoakiUoHnz6EiNx5UX8L4lBpAX9v24jVMW0rizQqGx3QpU1mK6zPjZoGV2oO6mgdtcP-m8Bk/s400/P1080203.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJScPyLBpll3jfaCZSKy8WBofYt_lNYse_dI1wPrz3RnbOv_AVm_97IEuHgoYnv9RL7dLPlHvrJOai0JYQP9iOH7YHV4CTIZXvKMQeo_evz3qrL7VjwaSSL727HIzHMVCBxwu9JKE/s1600-h/P1080209.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJScPyLBpll3jfaCZSKy8WBofYt_lNYse_dI1wPrz3RnbOv_AVm_97IEuHgoYnv9RL7dLPlHvrJOai0JYQP9iOH7YHV4CTIZXvKMQeo_evz3qrL7VjwaSSL727HIzHMVCBxwu9JKE/s320/P1080209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343454301571253202" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>12.24 p.m.<br />Temp: 19.6C, humidity 42%, wind easterly, strong, and chilly.<br />Distance cycled: 8.3 miles<br />O.S Explorer Map No. 124/123</strong><br /><br />Not far to Pevensay Bay where I stop for a drink at the Beach Tavern newly acquired by Sonia and Steph. It was sadly neglected and Sonia tells me of her plans to turn it around, bit by bit as money allows. She invites me to return in a year's time to compare.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqG_kamzoFI2mCdvgYFv3-q5i_4GmKP7M9K8xIyEZORbDzHPgtUcWc1ruM0hnE6CWIa5bSnNEm4Lzpa3jcFq70bkWwAcB2MsN9t4yA3r6-Amf4iFtZ-dp9usT7Taqe-9qjjdqUCpo/s1600-h/P1080215.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqG_kamzoFI2mCdvgYFv3-q5i_4GmKP7M9K8xIyEZORbDzHPgtUcWc1ruM0hnE6CWIa5bSnNEm4Lzpa3jcFq70bkWwAcB2MsN9t4yA3r6-Amf4iFtZ-dp9usT7Taqe-9qjjdqUCpo/s320/P1080215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343443388054633426" /></a><br /><br />Cycle on through Crumbles and the new marina development, Sovereign Harbour. The architecture is faux wharf-warehouse, and there is a little Italy corner full of over-priced restaurants - Pablos, Piscari's,and Simply Italy. Further on I lose my way, marooned in a complex of new-build mascerading as old.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLEoQv57fcvPkXSsEO3k8yGcXcLaAl1q1FN2ZN88VZUVIFD1Wn1JMvAcwjyLXBDMO0b0pJdN0JP7X8zvPuGdjJq6PSmTh5-KsWH5wBqjTS-60sSDGJOh1HXe9F3O7SCdTF-lv-dcg/s1600-h/P1080216.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343393193227496050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLEoQv57fcvPkXSsEO3k8yGcXcLaAl1q1FN2ZN88VZUVIFD1Wn1JMvAcwjyLXBDMO0b0pJdN0JP7X8zvPuGdjJq6PSmTh5-KsWH5wBqjTS-60sSDGJOh1HXe9F3O7SCdTF-lv-dcg/s200/P1080216.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRYU34fv6bNFnGb2RHV5a_WHdKPA2HMKcN3BrkgduQ8L8tIgaseZjCzDUkFVQdN_YcUB8AXqQNSAi5qj_Ki1-26_LAGVgh2J6U8y0g_4TGQLXO8NksRFD2oEJgwubLLkymUvT3zQA/s1600-h/MarineDevPeopleBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMkS1UJJZANAUHHsvGDmLROVpyWRG8x6fYMUpT5CVOdZpuydFtK0gh5MSiRg6uGtQ523oCTt6VTicU4XRogU8SV9pUfXYD1WMNC_-fzbMMcbbTK3IG2D18PgBv4336GBlswGFSXcQ/s200/SmileCCTVblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343960813509101842" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Further on I get help in re-loading my bike at the top of steep steps from Tony who has serious bronchitus and is out on his daily walk,then cycle along the forbidden promenade into Eastbourne and eat at the Old Bakery,<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2U-6FDouR0yDx0LbzOrwzqtZf51Go9QA2RTJWGFE3TZFZ9uR0qeYCiUuOXLBcNLlyNJvYCjRAAoJOiB1h9JTItolmYMUC2FozVWHWeaNNSkDJpW0uqC7FlJifwK9pyNI1TOtMddw/s1600-h/BearTotemBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNf08S8z4FSyJnsP1C4kT7Jes_h0omuBWfR81KesYOl7zIBNKVRhROYFGsjuFpdmsP1pDu7qvFMmEZII6dcVAbokeLzbK9afEW4T8mOdt76GCcP7rFl56BQRvtnIIgiJKTxTLkymc/s200/P1080244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343456704226233506" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX12EDaKrDbt34JItOp-95Q-lKtLYZWDYZeQdEuQZ3gnXeS9gYRp9yt2CE3IUxIGnp71jAA_5eeepCVz_FUYal23a9R58Sxx01tA8_Ia7j_687ssVXGaLLONZ0qlC8XFnEGDdlIdeirKc/s1600-h/RoofPierBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX12EDaKrDbt34JItOp-95Q-lKtLYZWDYZeQdEuQZ3gnXeS9gYRp9yt2CE3IUxIGnp71jAA_5eeepCVz_FUYal23a9R58Sxx01tA8_Ia7j_687ssVXGaLLONZ0qlC8XFnEGDdlIdeirKc/s200/RoofPierBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348961819932470258" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />before training it to Lewes where I'm staying with Penny and Dave. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWEOvQSFtk_oZ3IQj_nBMfFezA6UbVyynjkCi68aHoUp1x4PBR99g18DfY2_sLtSr57iRNolcOD3jaSYvNBZujtVe1SIqpNeEuoawJs-HK2ag2TLmYi3PJs_F5UvfpZqw-7d8ybMA/s1600-h/P1080252.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWEOvQSFtk_oZ3IQj_nBMfFezA6UbVyynjkCi68aHoUp1x4PBR99g18DfY2_sLtSr57iRNolcOD3jaSYvNBZujtVe1SIqpNeEuoawJs-HK2ag2TLmYi3PJs_F5UvfpZqw-7d8ybMA/s320/P1080252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343445592101344594" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dave's group Contraband are rehearsing. Members Ian from Seahaven Cycling Group and Glen from the National Trust help me with my route over Beachy Head and Cuckmere Haven.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EZwaAJopkgyFvqfRhSp5VNMxdnSFRIpXe3dgRPqupufiOvcU8RXf4THaeJR9xrFJCCBf_mYrR5BPziP06ylsttaQczIgfilWnAGfY90FYPjmjJrRzrZKnVcDUIsjMmNozNgWK04/s1600-h/P1080251.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EZwaAJopkgyFvqfRhSp5VNMxdnSFRIpXe3dgRPqupufiOvcU8RXf4THaeJR9xrFJCCBf_mYrR5BPziP06ylsttaQczIgfilWnAGfY90FYPjmjJrRzrZKnVcDUIsjMmNozNgWK04/s320/P1080251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343445595575306562" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-21548843936743778552009-07-16T12:32:00.003+01:002009-08-03T17:44:44.686+01:004 June 2009 - Day 5: Eastbourne - Beachy Head - Birling Gap<span style="font-weight:bold;">11.00 a.m.<br />Lewes</span><br /><br />Despite the stress of dealing with a blocked drain, Dave helps me with blogging problems. I finally leave for Eastbourne on the train after lunch.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePtLhhzoiUDyJCJ2ThM-rk8-MtTDkdcegjqtsYTk2zI2o2-6m0WnYVB4lzfbBoyu2XOP1aIsZPekQVEUQY9RgptrkoC5mdwcmM82Afa25xbHYUL2viNCS5kpCV34m6fO0Rj3-W3E/s1600-h/OnTrainBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePtLhhzoiUDyJCJ2ThM-rk8-MtTDkdcegjqtsYTk2zI2o2-6m0WnYVB4lzfbBoyu2XOP1aIsZPekQVEUQY9RgptrkoC5mdwcmM82Afa25xbHYUL2viNCS5kpCV34m6fO0Rj3-W3E/s320/OnTrainBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343940912107375586" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">2.30 p.m.<br />Temp: 19.4C, humidity: 25%, partial cloud cover, light south westerley wind <br />O.S. Explorer Map No. 123<br />Total distance cycled: 6 miles</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5YFQUj-MhPTKe-eWAtQl-vmM-i_NyqrGbC4pKnKH7GGv9EIhM22goqnu0d0iF9wLl22KE5e2tock6-0S_7vpUtx5Ix3Z6HnfmZ5L7J5cXtSGj52Eh_R4Jw6nwA7pRJNGGHiEICag/s1600-h/HelenDogHillBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5YFQUj-MhPTKe-eWAtQl-vmM-i_NyqrGbC4pKnKH7GGv9EIhM22goqnu0d0iF9wLl22KE5e2tock6-0S_7vpUtx5Ix3Z6HnfmZ5L7J5cXtSGj52Eh_R4Jw6nwA7pRJNGGHiEICag/s400/HelenDogHillBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343941528835881906" /></a>Leaving from Eastbourne rail station, I cycle out of town passing old folks" homes and private schools. I get help from Helen when lost and disorientated. She walks her dog up the hill with me to show me a way through to a quieter road. <br />This is a major push job, up and up, made worse by the brakes binding again. Push 40 paces, rest one minute, and so on. Leaving Helen I finally get to the Beachy Head pub, still pushing. but over the top its downhill all the wa – three miles of it, lovely, a screaming experience of pure joy - until i get to the Birling Gap Hotel where friends Janet and Sarah have bought me a night's stay.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2vijCu9vzQ_Qfho1h0U7Vm6qqE1BT9CMj5ATB_dxbCZKJaTzdp_pykIosuwJ1Fd2pRLbMYO_5SfEKtA4-gnWcRPr04RPKZZw8vG0O74y9jPva6fOyl5xOb1m3Nh26LWL4N6uLfdU/s1600-h/BirlGpHotelblog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2vijCu9vzQ_Qfho1h0U7Vm6qqE1BT9CMj5ATB_dxbCZKJaTzdp_pykIosuwJ1Fd2pRLbMYO_5SfEKtA4-gnWcRPr04RPKZZw8vG0O74y9jPva6fOyl5xOb1m3Nh26LWL4N6uLfdU/s400/BirlGpHotelblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343942951225181026" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I meet Rita there; before dinner there's a minor incident - I've cut myself on a tin of peas I was opening with my penknife as a stop gap snack. It may need a stitch, there's so much blood, but we do our best with what we've got. And dinner is very tasty. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTyrxaI6cEX0zoEIG3NmV9QYv1EEaKXD1fFxbvlqeqmtMHB4rLjDn7JP8_kUPW1hv3AMHNxW8zBIWH9HMOoAXQQ7p7YP-Ho0nY97PCeBE4QPHO_zGOi93dQCsQqP3J4JzXHhCqZSI/s1600-h/thumbBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTyrxaI6cEX0zoEIG3NmV9QYv1EEaKXD1fFxbvlqeqmtMHB4rLjDn7JP8_kUPW1hv3AMHNxW8zBIWH9HMOoAXQQ7p7YP-Ho0nY97PCeBE4QPHO_zGOi93dQCsQqP3J4JzXHhCqZSI/s200/thumbBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343944121439984962" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPpqkwOmUeenDS7IT7pS_3yXMnU1aoXJuSbvDo5ADUzregyIDeGD_s2H8NgQSQjEhp4rTEjraZPoD1OIpTfcPOaxpDsMW8HNsY2DSr54LqSSZWM2t2Sur-9W3446jw2BcHqbwWmVI/s1600-h/BirlGpDinnerBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPpqkwOmUeenDS7IT7pS_3yXMnU1aoXJuSbvDo5ADUzregyIDeGD_s2H8NgQSQjEhp4rTEjraZPoD1OIpTfcPOaxpDsMW8HNsY2DSr54LqSSZWM2t2Sur-9W3446jw2BcHqbwWmVI/s200/BirlGpDinnerBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343944120369239506" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9VMxM6HF6wqcr_AjX6RH4qLXjW1jks5JGXZcziP_g6l-ljA6aunQ1GbV5l7uKUGR4-R7ur-IpLiJSk3QZvzVZoR8MdGO2cwHYKZB4Js4xVo3e4s4Rl9D-sJAZWaghyqYMZs3PR_s/s1600-h/BoatLeaningBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9VMxM6HF6wqcr_AjX6RH4qLXjW1jks5JGXZcziP_g6l-ljA6aunQ1GbV5l7uKUGR4-R7ur-IpLiJSk3QZvzVZoR8MdGO2cwHYKZB4Js4xVo3e4s4Rl9D-sJAZWaghyqYMZs3PR_s/s320/BoatLeaningBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343945837177917826" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After an East Enders catch-up, a climb down to the beach which is bleakly beautiful in the fading light. Up above, the sea has that sound of waves hissing and pulling on the shingle, somehow magnified by the greater distance. Further exploration of Beachy Head will wait til tomorrow.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-30267930043620746492009-07-16T12:29:00.004+01:002009-07-19T17:58:07.914+01:005 June 2009 - Day 6: Exploring Eastbourne and Beachy Head<span style="font-weight:bold;">8.30 a.m.</span><br /><br />Breakfast: <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmyO146O7rq1ptuOpwDgFnGZXx_sYxOYwfLcSnGN20dEWa0sE7VWqyMZy4NhINWzBTw_JirfXUoFGD3pwYpTdBzEx_3SRlq3wnUYnU-ppgH7S7wALMjkheXX6QuWaHPEBzhaP-gD8/s1600-h/BirlGpJugsBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmyO146O7rq1ptuOpwDgFnGZXx_sYxOYwfLcSnGN20dEWa0sE7VWqyMZy4NhINWzBTw_JirfXUoFGD3pwYpTdBzEx_3SRlq3wnUYnU-ppgH7S7wALMjkheXX6QuWaHPEBzhaP-gD8/s200/BirlGpJugsBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344138412207845442" /></a>We are greeted in the dining room with a over-blown sub-Russ Conway version of Lara’s theme and Victorian jugs on every surface.<br /><br />Most of the morning is spent attempting to blog in the bar, with a dodgy signal holding things up. <br />Giving up we head for Eastbourne via Beachy Head. It’s every bit as dramatic as we’ve been told but we are unprepared for the underlying voyeurism embedded in the tourism experience. And flirtation with the edge.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7QyUcrSQXXUOIQ0WT-KGGrhI1a5aGU5mtThLqi5LlnHcqKzOG7NSNkkh0wcm47BicurNiP3sMxQq0JAto614HGSxbzq-zhpoyRihH1EKkk-0efFWGuD7gDLS_E7fz-jUZzvGFZVg/s1600-h/BeachyLighthouseBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7QyUcrSQXXUOIQ0WT-KGGrhI1a5aGU5mtThLqi5LlnHcqKzOG7NSNkkh0wcm47BicurNiP3sMxQq0JAto614HGSxbzq-zhpoyRihH1EKkk-0efFWGuD7gDLS_E7fz-jUZzvGFZVg/s400/BeachyLighthouseBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344138926574417090" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYG589GagdzYms9KzT0IBZN-zK9gB2i52as2brWjYa0d5V7UuO44L2CBGJ5D7Lym07l09DCi_NNsG_YBZcv03_xyWOobdjQKw9XFzGda2YRT8GvCKJCsW67sDq_m5J5E7VqF-2PU/s1600-h/kiteGliderBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYG589GagdzYms9KzT0IBZN-zK9gB2i52as2brWjYa0d5V7UuO44L2CBGJ5D7Lym07l09DCi_NNsG_YBZcv03_xyWOobdjQKw9XFzGda2YRT8GvCKJCsW67sDq_m5J5E7VqF-2PU/s200/kiteGliderBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344149595672572818" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhweBPZGmwHol1qwubdzSOn0GcQCeEWwD3uEBz56YY9hE8E37eiCBvzFF1QXX6Z7j9s4tec2jk6q5DGAlT8LtbW_Yn5x28iNFSBEjGSMbsNBtfNjy2DmriLJfyLn4A5d7W8T_PPMco/s1600-h/JapaneseCliffBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhweBPZGmwHol1qwubdzSOn0GcQCeEWwD3uEBz56YY9hE8E37eiCBvzFF1QXX6Z7j9s4tec2jk6q5DGAlT8LtbW_Yn5x28iNFSBEjGSMbsNBtfNjy2DmriLJfyLn4A5d7W8T_PPMco/s200/JapaneseCliffBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344149593703833714" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTxigtHhyphenhypheneT806_6SB2rnZewIUrBB0UF1LobvInyZjI2Yp7bZNNxZj-mAVEH6QbpZuRO-APXV85woQspC1TdSVTaEIHToXKIjLfiq1JITyjtBDJveHeqhUX0d8vOFpZarw2ZSA9wU/s1600-h/SamaratonsIcecreamBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTxigtHhyphenhypheneT806_6SB2rnZewIUrBB0UF1LobvInyZjI2Yp7bZNNxZj-mAVEH6QbpZuRO-APXV85woQspC1TdSVTaEIHToXKIjLfiq1JITyjtBDJveHeqhUX0d8vOFpZarw2ZSA9wU/s320/SamaratonsIcecreamBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344153230613880098" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br />Hard to forget the people who jump; only last week a despairing couple jumped over the edge with the body of their disabled son. And yet in the nearby Countryside Centre there are jokey references to this strange vertigo pull it’s impossible to ignore.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOuwI5iOij3VrB2hOoi6AyBA5T50TgtIebhz-lQNGD8uTTmglMbDz6N4u6Hbdgu6JZjoPDy-ZjKVRBEaD5nQHv35aStdF3kdLM-X0L7xl-lhgZlh1vy15JHUo9T5qHL3YMjL1C0ZI/s1600-h/SheepVisCentreBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOuwI5iOij3VrB2hOoi6AyBA5T50TgtIebhz-lQNGD8uTTmglMbDz6N4u6Hbdgu6JZjoPDy-ZjKVRBEaD5nQHv35aStdF3kdLM-X0L7xl-lhgZlh1vy15JHUo9T5qHL3YMjL1C0ZI/s400/SheepVisCentreBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344153747520085554" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">2.00 p.m.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2hY9Bunbgs1eRUPy9Z9lgDFDRPO0sywlGKm99YvDnB17a96jeAMy1TKq5tlOj4Ey3Z5GVWXosh54EwCHg0mHxCKMDu2MoxJqjSHOxxRZitQhZ6mkYvxLIRueNWgFZS2Po3ESIcc/s1600-h/RosaBlog.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2hY9Bunbgs1eRUPy9Z9lgDFDRPO0sywlGKm99YvDnB17a96jeAMy1TKq5tlOj4Ey3Z5GVWXosh54EwCHg0mHxCKMDu2MoxJqjSHOxxRZitQhZ6mkYvxLIRueNWgFZS2Po3ESIcc/s200/RosaBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344160830947949842" /></a>In <span style="font-weight:bold;">Eastbourne</span> we meet Rosa Ainley who has brought her new work to be included in the Drawing Breath Recycled exhibition which is due to open at Eastbourne District General Hospital on 10th June.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We call by the new <span style="font-weight:bold;">Towner Gallery</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhmkLwr_6mTl6o6roqrYcESBfcmkI6z_-tUuAWg47qdiVh3XIv-YVdigmwZUTR574KLvjqmsWq-j5DVeThN81f9HBgiMObWNBnrOVqhGx-_basOcRtY5z7kIV-v35mxsSrmM5eNQ/s1600-h/townerBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhmkLwr_6mTl6o6roqrYcESBfcmkI6z_-tUuAWg47qdiVh3XIv-YVdigmwZUTR574KLvjqmsWq-j5DVeThN81f9HBgiMObWNBnrOVqhGx-_basOcRtY5z7kIV-v35mxsSrmM5eNQ/s200/townerBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344155448032410450" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8iB7kQ1mUDkl4vg3sMAf427EUsO3U8SLwBunC3H79A_0c-IRH2vuKROYR7Y7N5p6iCWQjyStX0fOmcse-VInzILzdVlffDNmROO0HiRyCRtMYcGIBbjJVMxJkUt8M3GDDU_4sKhY/s1600-h/TownerFingerPuptsBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8iB7kQ1mUDkl4vg3sMAf427EUsO3U8SLwBunC3H79A_0c-IRH2vuKROYR7Y7N5p6iCWQjyStX0fOmcse-VInzILzdVlffDNmROO0HiRyCRtMYcGIBbjJVMxJkUt8M3GDDU_4sKhY/s200/TownerFingerPuptsBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344155442179650194" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyQjA2RGmOQEdDbQQXlB_Q0kCOVgEeLvasIoEBqtZZmsrxaqGHTdQ6r1O2WJUkJcH8IJnrGQ7u_SM-DCnLfyo4vfn0sGVrwd8me7Oo3oiE-f16iIAVaKdW4VQ2nCMdc8_PAFuqyQ/s1600-h/TownerWayOutBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyQjA2RGmOQEdDbQQXlB_Q0kCOVgEeLvasIoEBqtZZmsrxaqGHTdQ6r1O2WJUkJcH8IJnrGQ7u_SM-DCnLfyo4vfn0sGVrwd8me7Oo3oiE-f16iIAVaKdW4VQ2nCMdc8_PAFuqyQ/s200/TownerWayOutBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344155437248774946" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We see new work by Ivan Navaro "Nowhere Man" in the window: a deckchair frame made from neon lights and forming the stripes of the canvass, the names of people who have been executed by electric chair. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuNZ9T2m0tsQHUd9o1ySRmbuCvtX7Gho3VbEsTkV12hZQWc-OHo7uDfpMq2QZ8u0ds_lq9-IwHlZnj6s6lXoJSONJCdjC9Fzb59MPtpvCSdmIlLm0GI5lEHxTQX3Nbzcn4nAS8Oh4/s1600-h/DeckchairBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuNZ9T2m0tsQHUd9o1ySRmbuCvtX7Gho3VbEsTkV12hZQWc-OHo7uDfpMq2QZ8u0ds_lq9-IwHlZnj6s6lXoJSONJCdjC9Fzb59MPtpvCSdmIlLm0GI5lEHxTQX3Nbzcn4nAS8Oh4/s400/DeckchairBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344156291447760546" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The disjunction between differing connotations of these two kinds of chair reminds me of a favourite work – Patina de Prey’s Memorial Dress, by Hunter Reynolds, where a a long black ballgown worn by a model of a beautiful young man is printed with long lists of people who have died from HIV/AIDS.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKlzJLy1pRDsVJMGjrSMNi8Vti8bgSjhScvaKM9ac8lMe1w0aOyX-X3WPpfl9U_IvE9tEZ-03JjwpeQ6JoGXEa_GGuvMJL5C_QwM7S2Bcha2ZPpKKX0r017kr_zWaY7QL62cI3nb8/s1600-h/LongManBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKlzJLy1pRDsVJMGjrSMNi8Vti8bgSjhScvaKM9ac8lMe1w0aOyX-X3WPpfl9U_IvE9tEZ-03JjwpeQ6JoGXEa_GGuvMJL5C_QwM7S2Bcha2ZPpKKX0r017kr_zWaY7QL62cI3nb8/s320/LongManBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344159404094228018" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dinner in the Tiger pub at East Dean is good, following a ride up to Wilmington to see the Long Man. <br /><br /><br />A tourist kind of day: ancient landscape and the fragility of humanity which flirts with death, while simultaneously defending against it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-64337851174654472552009-07-16T12:26:00.002+01:002009-07-19T17:59:06.806+01:006 June 2009 - Day 7: Birling Gap to Seaford<span style="font-weight:bold;">3.20 p.m.<br />Temp: 18C, humidity: 31%, wind strong easterly, light cloud cover<br />O.S. Explorer Map No. 123<br />Distance cycled: 7.9 miles</span><br /><br />After a morning blogging, a quick trip to Eastbourne to buy a tiny wind-up radio, I say a sad goodbye to the Birling Gap Hotel who have been supportive and helpful and leave for a journey I'm not confident about. But I still have the rose - "Compassion" - that Jo gave me for luck when I left the first day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbpg8Jn_p-0CIR1rfUdGIshnSZ1xPOSWhtoE8I0GyuJC6waWCaOSwQiFnTrwwjcoPWWayWdq2tCJ3G6eWfiZXxw8ImCZDjw16-ySmiIlypvdHc9YtDr-kV_hBlZumwGn0YWBn4UgY/s1600-h/P1080349.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbpg8Jn_p-0CIR1rfUdGIshnSZ1xPOSWhtoE8I0GyuJC6waWCaOSwQiFnTrwwjcoPWWayWdq2tCJ3G6eWfiZXxw8ImCZDjw16-ySmiIlypvdHc9YtDr-kV_hBlZumwGn0YWBn4UgY/s400/P1080349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344907818811083762" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The first part of journey is uphill against strong wind to East Dean,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7_E_uW4craOK4-6vkrjHB7BdxOQAvvqrh9wJBwPofb9v9_EpOh_whuFJJm_asPRIjDuNyucRPK1h_BDWoPKW-bAQL0NMmudzymBYW8LTvfeIRih3q1kyf_pDIH3F8kO0qvnSj20phrII/s1600-h/GrassinWindBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7_E_uW4craOK4-6vkrjHB7BdxOQAvvqrh9wJBwPofb9v9_EpOh_whuFJJm_asPRIjDuNyucRPK1h_BDWoPKW-bAQL0NMmudzymBYW8LTvfeIRih3q1kyf_pDIH3F8kO0qvnSj20phrII/s200/GrassinWindBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345102018151736498" /></a>where I look in at a Bupa home refurbishment celebration. The Salvation Army are playing, but not being into private health care or religion I pass swiftly on along the worst road I've yet encountered. It's narrow, uphill, with queues of fumey cars and irritable drivers having to wait behind me while I pause regularly to regain my breath.<br /><br />But the route through Friston Forest is peaceful and lovely. It's uphill and I have to stop a lot. I record each rest.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnHhnL7iA1kcpr6v44EL0sq3yhEGPlh1ziTu3LweAe-gHMO7oBt4dpu0qCeypUd0gXvWoQ0ULgLJEbgcCm4pfsA_UjnS3KVW1AJrGgkrAE5KPr7O5cr5l-dWnpEfY_IkIwFndJj3A/s1600-h/P1080361.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnHhnL7iA1kcpr6v44EL0sq3yhEGPlh1ziTu3LweAe-gHMO7oBt4dpu0qCeypUd0gXvWoQ0ULgLJEbgcCm4pfsA_UjnS3KVW1AJrGgkrAE5KPr7O5cr5l-dWnpEfY_IkIwFndJj3A/s200/P1080361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344913076313286818" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-3c9koakv9a60e8VWsg3VYcmTdJRFu4en9C8CxzDmiSJ3F9t53KC6-iiNgtSdN-bXqXD1spSWkrsAgQB08sN1rardYEFpKfpE-CGeelrpzNiuaPpe3WJKQLaZhyphenhyphen9lGLdzXkPdjxo/s1600-h/P1080357.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-3c9koakv9a60e8VWsg3VYcmTdJRFu4en9C8CxzDmiSJ3F9t53KC6-iiNgtSdN-bXqXD1spSWkrsAgQB08sN1rardYEFpKfpE-CGeelrpzNiuaPpe3WJKQLaZhyphenhyphen9lGLdzXkPdjxo/s200/P1080357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344913072579825234" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFDYIbzYicuOShqWgMLnB0uAi0jBhO0Q2Mt3LaNjCv6TIl31gkyG-qfORR_307Cx3Vd3aZxU6rT8I8xD6xgCEtM4v_rcZWkHIhc3fm-_PH_FOHP_NAk-W3AVI7GeDyoF2-J7g6h70/s1600-h/P1080366.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFDYIbzYicuOShqWgMLnB0uAi0jBhO0Q2Mt3LaNjCv6TIl31gkyG-qfORR_307Cx3Vd3aZxU6rT8I8xD6xgCEtM4v_rcZWkHIhc3fm-_PH_FOHP_NAk-W3AVI7GeDyoF2-J7g6h70/s200/P1080366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344913087315379250" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjid-2eCpwLJ6yyE2pm2_mNuC3SohyX7sDRWwVydoSmyIuBE-hrBDK6HVynM-47W6qpJ1BZIIQS7A4JZhUvfuz2FyhDcskH6eXKwq8h6NsoZfFSn6UW3aBH4ly3OBa6TZHBjbWVrJI/s1600-h/P1080363.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjid-2eCpwLJ6yyE2pm2_mNuC3SohyX7sDRWwVydoSmyIuBE-hrBDK6HVynM-47W6qpJ1BZIIQS7A4JZhUvfuz2FyhDcskH6eXKwq8h6NsoZfFSn6UW3aBH4ly3OBa6TZHBjbWVrJI/s200/P1080363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344913083295548386" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />At a crossroads I'm very unclear which way I should go. But the gods are kind and barreling down the steep track opposite come Jeanette and Mike who set me right.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzwOH1WMzE2ZuNLlxerZUmFtevUshjOKjyAj66RhKvwVe18NQDKMeotfKWeICDgIAeY1Y3PJpGE4u4kS1imXoR9VEdW1xNDOCsUxj-mQAL2KLU_Q8mUc0PGI6kC7JT1A-0XRUct2Y/s1600-h/JeanetteBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzwOH1WMzE2ZuNLlxerZUmFtevUshjOKjyAj66RhKvwVe18NQDKMeotfKWeICDgIAeY1Y3PJpGE4u4kS1imXoR9VEdW1xNDOCsUxj-mQAL2KLU_Q8mUc0PGI6kC7JT1A-0XRUct2Y/s400/JeanetteBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345084896218774898" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jeanette questions me about emphysema - she's shocked when I tell her it doesn't take large numbers of cigarettes to cause the damage - and says she wants to give up smoking. She cycles a lot now as her knees have suffered after years as a runner.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvTZAl-7KfKDUJPEIa3_2LHogOOATmxghIN9mXzSBZxFDBBeNkh-Snp2nA73f7wLmGLPK0oCt5DbpbEiA7F9XCdbIP0uwG3u9GxSO7KzxRTyRr1CBgVKot6fiJla0pueinPv3ozI/s1600-h/BrandonKatieBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvTZAl-7KfKDUJPEIa3_2LHogOOATmxghIN9mXzSBZxFDBBeNkh-Snp2nA73f7wLmGLPK0oCt5DbpbEiA7F9XCdbIP0uwG3u9GxSO7KzxRTyRr1CBgVKot6fiJla0pueinPv3ozI/s320/BrandonKatieBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345085432911553602" /></a>The very few people I see today are all cyclists; Brandon and Katie help me with a puncture near West Dean, following which I cross the Cuckmere River, and more country tracks over National Trust land, <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNpaST_SCUEv4Q-S8Obuh-SRFuzOT3lNVMEnu6gs6d1I0X0axTaOS-YoT2qp4iX2DxfXEmLqMK9BTO5zZFSe6ZXgPbV9Nvez-nyQ3FRovRxCEcL1XT7zbfcL19GT8i94JLgYKkhYY/s1600-h/cuckmereBridgeBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNpaST_SCUEv4Q-S8Obuh-SRFuzOT3lNVMEnu6gs6d1I0X0axTaOS-YoT2qp4iX2DxfXEmLqMK9BTO5zZFSe6ZXgPbV9Nvez-nyQ3FRovRxCEcL1XT7zbfcL19GT8i94JLgYKkhYY/s400/cuckmereBridgeBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345087683948345266" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIkNl1q27mz148wH_LPSpp3Cq2kJjhwfbYdohHrB2Qc_qyovfYisVZh8MJ-JsT8pmXelG1h2SWapuh7XBruEMwy3Vs1Y302xTGBrAV4aMpu0-TxxcnupG3gVnf8oh6VZuZrznLpIw/s1600-h/SheepBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIkNl1q27mz148wH_LPSpp3Cq2kJjhwfbYdohHrB2Qc_qyovfYisVZh8MJ-JsT8pmXelG1h2SWapuh7XBruEMwy3Vs1Y302xTGBrAV4aMpu0-TxxcnupG3gVnf8oh6VZuZrznLpIw/s200/SheepBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345087311592276098" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZrK3ma_c5iZoEw2zF-Id4t_cOHG-6iMw70yjl5yOessY1D49BUqu3KQ2Q3kXyT476SOLcEtSVFSqATQQnvK-rA8kT_jVs5Fv7pUnfKMmnT-V95St43uuSxGkBW_Mr5NV3RyOZws/s1600-h/PathAfterCuckmereBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZrK3ma_c5iZoEw2zF-Id4t_cOHG-6iMw70yjl5yOessY1D49BUqu3KQ2Q3kXyT476SOLcEtSVFSqATQQnvK-rA8kT_jVs5Fv7pUnfKMmnT-V95St43uuSxGkBW_Mr5NV3RyOZws/s200/PathAfterCuckmereBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345100502365873906" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />finally hitting the coast around 6.45 pm. It's an easy ride then to Buckle Caravan Park to pitch the tent and settle for the night. Many thanks to Glen from the National Trust who helped me work out the route.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sunday morning: 1.30 a.m.</span> <br /><br />RAIN! I wake in trepidation to rain pounding my little tent. There's no flysheet and I don't know if it will hold up but the next morning, despite a few small puddles at the edges I'm snug and warm and dry in my sleeping bag and the sun is shining through the tent. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBAeCx7y40lgGe24cJWs7ejU5vDbVuhnGfsg6om_YlSSk7-nqA7gA0KDhQ6CPYeIpKNAFVz7mAhQUb7CNHONiQmnfzubiSGSMiJ7FF7wr39vlAH1hwCUXne9llmp1aEbou20kDRMM/s1600-h/TentRainBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBAeCx7y40lgGe24cJWs7ejU5vDbVuhnGfsg6om_YlSSk7-nqA7gA0KDhQ6CPYeIpKNAFVz7mAhQUb7CNHONiQmnfzubiSGSMiJ7FF7wr39vlAH1hwCUXne9llmp1aEbou20kDRMM/s400/TentRainBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345100175871882306" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-12929924094224708362009-07-16T12:25:00.005+01:002009-07-19T18:00:41.414+01:007 June 2009 - Day 8: Seaford - Newhaven - Brighton<span style="font-weight:bold;">7.30 a.m.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7GixIMwG0-cXhYLPnG7Q8mUNJgINUevwnB4IDPlCLQ1dqdpjQZRPHQIe-AGtEVeRQLEQUl0zQfVmNR8VgEFP5fJkgT8DioE7gmvP21ofSemsVEePe7e-Q0LgfYv0ZJLQOYEBT6Yt1dHo/s1600-h/BuckleCaravanPkBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7GixIMwG0-cXhYLPnG7Q8mUNJgINUevwnB4IDPlCLQ1dqdpjQZRPHQIe-AGtEVeRQLEQUl0zQfVmNR8VgEFP5fJkgT8DioE7gmvP21ofSemsVEePe7e-Q0LgfYv0ZJLQOYEBT6Yt1dHo/s400/BuckleCaravanPkBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345277245098636162" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It's sunny but with ominous lurking clouds. Drying and packing take a while. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4pUOQ4u3xlyai8Eqg8DEcrdbZhzUicQM7prF-T5p3kfdid-iKDTEJUexIGX5vxxJBHx5PFJQV3K2yoFHQUBpUmfn4bNWdMbnpCxHsAbSR116kgRtF80fB9174eKg5lqQufWYXUzFOgk/s1600-h/BreakfastBuckleBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4pUOQ4u3xlyai8Eqg8DEcrdbZhzUicQM7prF-T5p3kfdid-iKDTEJUexIGX5vxxJBHx5PFJQV3K2yoFHQUBpUmfn4bNWdMbnpCxHsAbSR116kgRtF80fB9174eKg5lqQufWYXUzFOgk/s200/BreakfastBuckleBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345275065679001682" /></a>Breakfast at Buckle Caravan Park is basic but adequate, though later I make phone calls and Sue tells me I should be eating more carbs. The site is drying out after heavy rain but everything looks fresh ... for the time being.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4FeBlC75sagt2iSrpnLgrnd1m1ivaO6AvwimEDAhG-zUA2MTLRjxrIhm0VVUBYQgFQ8h19t6tEuuBtOWzUOxcQGzlJKjXixJG8wJfuOE96LWBP0xGQddZbfrxo5BPt7etxFQQepIfFRA/s1600-h/BuckleTrainTentBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4FeBlC75sagt2iSrpnLgrnd1m1ivaO6AvwimEDAhG-zUA2MTLRjxrIhm0VVUBYQgFQ8h19t6tEuuBtOWzUOxcQGzlJKjXixJG8wJfuOE96LWBP0xGQddZbfrxo5BPt7etxFQQepIfFRA/s400/BuckleTrainTentBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345276763947580258" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">12.30 p.m.<br />Temp: 20.4C, humidity: 32%, wind south south west, sunny periods turning to rain.<br />O.S. Explorer Nos. 123/122<br />Distance cycled: 14.4 miles</span><br /><br />Up on the beach the sea is ultramarine but it's time to leave. National Cycle Route 2 is a path meandering alongside the A259, eventually leading to Newhaven station and that train again. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzBOohSULKYwd8su__W5jxi-KwHJfNHvxR6ddCjtN0ImWq1Z-ythJaDpQ2SeO0wCNLcVDUmG8ZwGBiQBDskDTeLhyphenhyphenX_Fwknf7GrwdAHp0aBrndvXgotK63PwzbYU91YTU7IFID6nTh-Q/s1600-h/P1080450.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzBOohSULKYwd8su__W5jxi-KwHJfNHvxR6ddCjtN0ImWq1Z-ythJaDpQ2SeO0wCNLcVDUmG8ZwGBiQBDskDTeLhyphenhyphenX_Fwknf7GrwdAHp0aBrndvXgotK63PwzbYU91YTU7IFID6nTh-Q/s320/P1080450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345282763157729122" /></a><br /><br />Newhaven port is right by the station. In a fantasy moment I had packed my passport, and with such uncertain weather I was considering spending four dry hours each way on the Newhaven ferry.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNhBC8hQlUrPh_10fq6n1coWATE-gOpV4lKITuo4hng-HikoKHhS7UJG1TjgoFKVS1eTTnv3T3OYrxDZ3LqiwoTD_ZkJX2oMnMONLfq_JjzD1kEUzOG-GPt00LqaaynI2AIr002ufkcNg/s1600-h/passportBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNhBC8hQlUrPh_10fq6n1coWATE-gOpV4lKITuo4hng-HikoKHhS7UJG1TjgoFKVS1eTTnv3T3OYrxDZ3LqiwoTD_ZkJX2oMnMONLfq_JjzD1kEUzOG-GPt00LqaaynI2AIr002ufkcNg/s200/passportBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345281082790827746" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtvN0izVyAb-Zd8-JPdad57Eu-6Qy3nLpFerK-8a3bXm7Ijw8Skyf5tPD701YYLbPTns89xmThyphenhyphenKKXRZLJ3XiixyufVeORCbHd9UA1vIOdifDbkqbVobtDUPNiYJ-LWJdY_JYxdHmkXUc/s1600-h/NewhvnFerryBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtvN0izVyAb-Zd8-JPdad57Eu-6Qy3nLpFerK-8a3bXm7Ijw8Skyf5tPD701YYLbPTns89xmThyphenhyphenKKXRZLJ3XiixyufVeORCbHd9UA1vIOdifDbkqbVobtDUPNiYJ-LWJdY_JYxdHmkXUc/s200/NewhvnFerryBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345281082922257890" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Unfortunately, despite a boat waiting, there isn't one scheduled so no choice but to continue on towards Brighton,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK0qVJD5ISeHwlJenS5m7Lg3ihi_nIbS0lZ4CQtWBriduALRTzn-EXiyky90P7NS5T6P6mejChcMWmMguSx5A5dCQEh1O3Q_msZKuQg4PV9qbFgcweJaiYM8SHubzsT-6UtekJcS1NWRY/s1600-h/seagulsB+log.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK0qVJD5ISeHwlJenS5m7Lg3ihi_nIbS0lZ4CQtWBriduALRTzn-EXiyky90P7NS5T6P6mejChcMWmMguSx5A5dCQEh1O3Q_msZKuQg4PV9qbFgcweJaiYM8SHubzsT-6UtekJcS1NWRY/s200/seagulsB+log.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345396194180060562" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhblPxa3Cpz4sCrnnEtvqqJcc9fHiGwmtH7_TZakrdi-c5Eivn1LtGLv-HOImGuu8raTRjEP8HTQRm2SDCAq2QD_NKTWo565GQGYHtuvvsZfz_zEHLLiaS0WksDxWTuJUd7BOncLJiVQYA/s1600-h/jettyBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhblPxa3Cpz4sCrnnEtvqqJcc9fHiGwmtH7_TZakrdi-c5Eivn1LtGLv-HOImGuu8raTRjEP8HTQRm2SDCAq2QD_NKTWo565GQGYHtuvvsZfz_zEHLLiaS0WksDxWTuJUd7BOncLJiVQYA/s200/jettyBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345396196184461954" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0CXhW_lcAg8UHgcKnZYhyphenhyphenN0Nb0qOskIKdYXHWT-DNdAp2sBWgCRehpVHSNua5Jwo49ByDLuOkzuf8EIgrJiH0MX0eqgGibJ-bX6_l40vpCMevaIEn0kpzGnFkTARZr1fH1ORnwUL0DE4/s1600-h/StoreBlog.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0CXhW_lcAg8UHgcKnZYhyphenhyphenN0Nb0qOskIKdYXHWT-DNdAp2sBWgCRehpVHSNua5Jwo49ByDLuOkzuf8EIgrJiH0MX0eqgGibJ-bX6_l40vpCMevaIEn0kpzGnFkTARZr1fH1ORnwUL0DE4/s200/StoreBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345397372760102226" /></a>past the jetty and on up a long, long, straight uphill road through a council estate, with radio and conversation spilling out of windows, and two young girls practising their drum majorette flag twirls. At the top I stop at a store for snacks, before continuing along the Route 2 path. Coming into Peacehaven at the junction with the A259 there is a bulding which is marked as a motel (the Brighton Motel) on the O.S. map, but has had a more recent incarnation and now derelict. So unsurprising they didn't return my calls.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5kKYrnhd30i8nK5nFfJLbhWHtp7t2JMjB826uD7GZoRIdOY7riQ0TGnhdItBALErFItF_xdJ1o-DEjrcPk6tN_8VxQSTiSswzn2MJzI2mv88_KaLFwUTnPfsyCBsr-xUVbjqXAtggKM/s1600-h/BrightonMotelBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5kKYrnhd30i8nK5nFfJLbhWHtp7t2JMjB826uD7GZoRIdOY7riQ0TGnhdItBALErFItF_xdJ1o-DEjrcPk6tN_8VxQSTiSswzn2MJzI2mv88_KaLFwUTnPfsyCBsr-xUVbjqXAtggKM/s400/BrightonMotelBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345399901461897410" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Route 2 continues parallel to the coast but higher and away from the traffic, and halfway along this stretch it crosses the Greenwich Meridian. It starts to rain, becomes heavy, but the excitement of reaching the Undercliff path into Brighton makes it bearable. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4boQRXazcJ3Y0dmYvJg3rcPgvxCI1ZbIg4T9xFAexMMicLoMRrbQFGzsPvdkqcenxTuP37VSi-r9ZnRIhEtpx-eQad-6SAHMTuSyVRcayxo2mzkqCK6RwMupLuNHbA9tTjKtqrzX0Zw/s1600-h/StartUndercliffBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4boQRXazcJ3Y0dmYvJg3rcPgvxCI1ZbIg4T9xFAexMMicLoMRrbQFGzsPvdkqcenxTuP37VSi-r9ZnRIhEtpx-eQad-6SAHMTuSyVRcayxo2mzkqCK6RwMupLuNHbA9tTjKtqrzX0Zw/s320/StartUndercliffBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345407322556345426" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The path is empty of people and very wet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUAPhjAi8suriN4YJ2t-ctFemfL1muIEjhICLebPzqDUFHHn8SLwjuA3gN0aqMEr3vQtTske_jbUQ5Q2hkjm_NK9f8JISaiwIKielyt9ZjxmRbwfmahH4FyAIhT1x1aZVrcoBK5Ak05Rk/s1600-h/UndercliffBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUAPhjAi8suriN4YJ2t-ctFemfL1muIEjhICLebPzqDUFHHn8SLwjuA3gN0aqMEr3vQtTske_jbUQ5Q2hkjm_NK9f8JISaiwIKielyt9ZjxmRbwfmahH4FyAIhT1x1aZVrcoBK5Ak05Rk/s320/UndercliffBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345405732505859298" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It continues past the marina development and soggy graffiti<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8dLRlmYxXk9qqYIaJSQLMQUEryHVOsAcOWKXVVC0sHThD2drrXvLoWfsMFcc7KmxV5qOByjo7ja8NGgbKLSKTdG2UHzjXoJJeDFt6hlyGFrfl5jsBHowv83F1fczlBtgKwINSY-zkXu4/s1600-h/MarinaBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8dLRlmYxXk9qqYIaJSQLMQUEryHVOsAcOWKXVVC0sHThD2drrXvLoWfsMFcc7KmxV5qOByjo7ja8NGgbKLSKTdG2UHzjXoJJeDFt6hlyGFrfl5jsBHowv83F1fczlBtgKwINSY-zkXu4/s400/MarinaBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345413865281515074" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIPs-kuxGtCdQFlmT-1aczRe9pGVDKjzw5_bhdgouz-spAYjY90JspcFzt29Er4bXLAONe4EU__qzYzAJp0tjF8ILdvQRrewsSdZLgEn1SrN9-ZNPESX7wWJbjGD1JUdn8do6_Zq_QLHE/s1600-h/P1080487.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIPs-kuxGtCdQFlmT-1aczRe9pGVDKjzw5_bhdgouz-spAYjY90JspcFzt29Er4bXLAONe4EU__qzYzAJp0tjF8ILdvQRrewsSdZLgEn1SrN9-ZNPESX7wWJbjGD1JUdn8do6_Zq_QLHE/s200/P1080487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345413063659225746" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu5ScKnsjEwdTM7MY7X_X6GpMp9v_oTYFL_pGvmdyzrujUCUUC5js8mZhvR-qxCmiW5HJ8JVpNbQItMyV5aWLrPrY1LsgNd-XI0lEITvQ0lZ_vtSWC-YsxgYJhOvtvG7tY36IIn1-gy0Q/s1600-h/GraffitiBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu5ScKnsjEwdTM7MY7X_X6GpMp9v_oTYFL_pGvmdyzrujUCUUC5js8mZhvR-qxCmiW5HJ8JVpNbQItMyV5aWLrPrY1LsgNd-XI0lEITvQ0lZ_vtSWC-YsxgYJhOvtvG7tY36IIn1-gy0Q/s200/GraffitiBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345413061356192210" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpmHYWtycVCO1PA4czp3kjAOYhSLMDT_1yHIWo3bi_0ElL-ILJ9lEPQrpui3pah1IAA7w8bLmdHygnRU6VA0D0RtmzuKhBtOxWfBJFikAMGU5msiWdfjLPFUlE9WDaEfNCYHmjLroKTO4/s1600-h/RachelBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpmHYWtycVCO1PA4czp3kjAOYhSLMDT_1yHIWo3bi_0ElL-ILJ9lEPQrpui3pah1IAA7w8bLmdHygnRU6VA0D0RtmzuKhBtOxWfBJFikAMGU5msiWdfjLPFUlE9WDaEfNCYHmjLroKTO4/s200/RachelBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359084942069214002" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />on towards the pier where I turn left to stay with Rachel, who rents a room in a rather grand house off the Lewes Road. Too tired to cook, we go out to eat a delicious Japanese meal.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNi3JshlMmseRPU-8-kYQKN1l0Dx3xdeFSbeiYRQIwwFurHvU3tXeHCKYj9P9xVACirY0vn4AZFNTXk76kfkw_6EOHqhLZRfecmFiKpkyYF7DpajyIGSfgRdOUpCxRRVObLHj57XvwHQY/s1600-h/PavilionBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNi3JshlMmseRPU-8-kYQKN1l0Dx3xdeFSbeiYRQIwwFurHvU3tXeHCKYj9P9xVACirY0vn4AZFNTXk76kfkw_6EOHqhLZRfecmFiKpkyYF7DpajyIGSfgRdOUpCxRRVObLHj57XvwHQY/s400/PavilionBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345445975011024114" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-31621747673974858032009-07-16T12:24:00.001+01:002009-07-16T15:32:57.516+01:007 June 2009 - A sad dayGutted at the election of two BNP members to the European Parliament, and a feeling of total disenfranchisement from the entire party political system, I want to record an optimistic alternative.<br /><br />When staying in Lewes, we discussed the Transition Town movement, a world wide network which is addressing how we will live when oil has peaked and begins to run out. Whitstable where I live is a Transition Town and Lewes has held Transition Town status for some time with some well developed economic initiatives.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwHdwpXkD7PPEODb57NWTcMWj7wTkiOJeh8XCOaFzsJuyKp061METL6HCRW4l5-D12hKXr5e8piojhRYpJtoBxQzhxD476HyolEpQHHPZDl1kLV_JPb7MqFHSYY3-uB2RCyMrWMFM/s1600-h/LewesPoundBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwHdwpXkD7PPEODb57NWTcMWj7wTkiOJeh8XCOaFzsJuyKp061METL6HCRW4l5-D12hKXr5e8piojhRYpJtoBxQzhxD476HyolEpQHHPZDl1kLV_JPb7MqFHSYY3-uB2RCyMrWMFM/s400/LewesPoundBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345022181583584722" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is the Lewes pound with the Queen replaced by eighteenth century English radical Thomas Paine. These notes are used in much of the town in place of conventional pound coins, and are accepted in shops and banks. When first issued they sold on e-bay for around £20 each but they are designed to be used within Lewes to encourage local trading.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-40814478168429182312009-07-16T12:19:00.001+01:002009-07-16T15:31:03.273+01:008 June 2009 - Day 9: Brighton sings!<span style="font-weight:bold;">1.15 p.m.</span><br /><br />I am in Brighton until Thursday morning. I have arranged to visit Udita Everett's <a href="http://www.uditamusic.co.uk">Singing Therapy for Health and Wellbeing</a> for people with lung disease and breathing difficulties. Udita, a holistic voice coach, is charismatic and passionate in her belief in the benefits of singing for lung health. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg29Yeh6OsUbZ-5MX4dd47eGe5yb7dxfZ39BWAdB2kVxQzuKzqzuEqZVSHSkZ3tfmnRNOOr0HYC3t6s4Np-cui7TaTsI-tta8NHzUsLSuHsrRqtWR7fFquplrLocNGDOwcxbjCJyNmmzrc/s1600-h/Udita.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg29Yeh6OsUbZ-5MX4dd47eGe5yb7dxfZ39BWAdB2kVxQzuKzqzuEqZVSHSkZ3tfmnRNOOr0HYC3t6s4Np-cui7TaTsI-tta8NHzUsLSuHsrRqtWR7fFquplrLocNGDOwcxbjCJyNmmzrc/s200/Udita.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345447035487772978" /></a><br /><br />Udita has given training sessions for the <a href="http://www.canterbury.ac.uk/centres/Sidney-de-haan-research/">Sidney de Haan Research Centre for Arts and Health</a>, where I am patient representative on the steering group of their singing and c.o.p.d. (chronic obstructive pulmonary disease) project. Udita's group is well attended and sings with gusto. I bellow out in a croaky tenor and feel re-energised by the time I leave. Several of the group ask me about Drawing Breath and request the link to read the blog.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">7.30 p.m.</span><br /><br />Rita has arrived and we drive over to Trisha and Susy's and we end the evening sharing a meal with several old friends.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-82600202758590877962009-07-16T12:17:00.002+01:002009-07-19T18:01:49.182+01:009 June 2009 - Day 10: Sustrans rocks!<span style="font-weight:bold;">12.45 p.m. </span><br /><br />A mostly downhill ride to meet Chris Boocock from <a href="http://www.sustrans.org.uk">Sustrans</a>. Chris's role is to negotiate and set up new cycle routes and be an advocate for cycling and walking.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiovvsqWso9uTGMfFOHH0txRDeKeBFhbLtGHJAJ_nJ_LQuRkIXQSO89jkZT4Y4TzMxstfnxM1vcCl0UIYpqJTkXTt_2NxcoAHwpnQHpe6T6-IhfHMx3JYX_6GYHXnWf3tPlYtI2hiHyixo/s1600-h/trafficLightsBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiovvsqWso9uTGMfFOHH0txRDeKeBFhbLtGHJAJ_nJ_LQuRkIXQSO89jkZT4Y4TzMxstfnxM1vcCl0UIYpqJTkXTt_2NxcoAHwpnQHpe6T6-IhfHMx3JYX_6GYHXnWf3tPlYtI2hiHyixo/s400/trafficLightsBlog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345636082857755906" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It's a fortuitous meeting as, after lunch at a nearby Italian restaurant, Chris fixes the front brakes of my ailing steed.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DozQF4gBH4bILZu8PBQGa82stYWqsjJtTtfcVm9gsQ1WiJXUQg6k6YL20ZvxecXE_u-UlcaTg5b_r2Z-kXU9XN6cte1v2VxqhGbPaxOYWJ6UXpuPwgaOc3vtSLzC5B2HpMOLzGvVa4Q/s1600-h/ChrisBoocockBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DozQF4gBH4bILZu8PBQGa82stYWqsjJtTtfcVm9gsQ1WiJXUQg6k6YL20ZvxecXE_u-UlcaTg5b_r2Z-kXU9XN6cte1v2VxqhGbPaxOYWJ6UXpuPwgaOc3vtSLzC5B2HpMOLzGvVa4Q/s320/ChrisBoocockBlog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345635457494054306" /></a> He even cycles with me to Evans to refit a new inner tube and protect both front and back tube with SLIME - a product which adheres to the inside of the tube and helps prevent punctures - real cycling solidarity.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9A507n1qU0KHeOKstZdhzr848gKjsYnM5Prhvdp5h2jmBPQYnNgak_hUbHR1tAN3jo_2ENCzS75nrIYKurwRH_mXFqv3Ts38DisSjJZeISSxd0b56tJHOnw1Mn1gAiGLD6iV9byP-R4/s1600-h/SlimeBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9A507n1qU0KHeOKstZdhzr848gKjsYnM5Prhvdp5h2jmBPQYnNgak_hUbHR1tAN3jo_2ENCzS75nrIYKurwRH_mXFqv3Ts38DisSjJZeISSxd0b56tJHOnw1Mn1gAiGLD6iV9byP-R4/s200/SlimeBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345636767359098578" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It's National Bike Week from this Saturday - 14th June-21st June. Brighton and Hove's bike week features the fourth <a href="http://www.worldnakedbikeride.org/brighton">World Naked Bike Ride</a> - "Bare What You Dare". I'm considering it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AxCwQ1ECwV3zhurDtG0yjHk2SaR8B3QpdXXxqtcOgqFRL29MB2jbQnk5t_zXunDzJIu5nxgcWjTQgJRd73UYOR9w_XaiMVCWtzbXRFrPUgH-Bx08QoXOKRv2iD2drvhk7-_1TTsbI8A/s1600-h/300px-WNBRBrighton-Argus-SD106064-800px.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AxCwQ1ECwV3zhurDtG0yjHk2SaR8B3QpdXXxqtcOgqFRL29MB2jbQnk5t_zXunDzJIu5nxgcWjTQgJRd73UYOR9w_XaiMVCWtzbXRFrPUgH-Bx08QoXOKRv2iD2drvhk7-_1TTsbI8A/s320/300px-WNBRBrighton-Argus-SD106064-800px.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345639164797771954" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />From the Brighton Argos 2006.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Brighton, despite its hills, feels cycle-friendly. There are cycle parks and stands everywhere, and cycle routes around the city. The map I picked up at Evans Cycles is very clear and helpful, though I still get lost cycling back to Hollingbury in the evening.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-88998568073061903222009-07-16T12:14:00.002+01:002009-07-16T16:43:56.442+01:0010 June 2009 - Day 11: Brighton & Hove Breathe Easy Group<strong>1.15 p.m.</strong><br /><br />Rita is returning home and she gives me a lift to Portslade Village where I'm giving a talk about my Drawing Breath project to members of <a href="http://www.breatheeasybrightonandhove.co.uk/events.html">Brighton and Hove Breathe Easy </a>support group. I pitch up after eating a hasty fish and chips in the park opposite and get a warm welcome from the group.<br /><br />It's their A.G.M. first, then the talk. There are lots of questions and they are a lovely appreciative audience. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGl4stc0tUo1AGQvf-PcY_hRHUz8ZY0oML7qL0jGcc5VBY67SIScddOcwwpx0Q8qIWhLQIJ0CceTRxIg8RnyooR5RltlmEmbZ4_3aOJvj6q56bVKDgJ8PsyfHSpXaFPfloPvX8mnWur4/s1600-h/BEbrighton1blog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGl4stc0tUo1AGQvf-PcY_hRHUz8ZY0oML7qL0jGcc5VBY67SIScddOcwwpx0Q8qIWhLQIJ0CceTRxIg8RnyooR5RltlmEmbZ4_3aOJvj6q56bVKDgJ8PsyfHSpXaFPfloPvX8mnWur4/s400/BEbrighton1blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345997493621514098" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsYs3cBKzefTuzDaY1Xvp969taaonGutIuM-9o0d4axp6W624zGFzgwvvLWJgudtiZCsJ8rfubVs4uXzd_sQ7k-m4mpJ5WokH8tSDEsEDG3KcsP4pM9n9UcfwZBZBXoIXQ4WvEH0rvsU/s1600-h/BEbrighton3blog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsYs3cBKzefTuzDaY1Xvp969taaonGutIuM-9o0d4axp6W624zGFzgwvvLWJgudtiZCsJ8rfubVs4uXzd_sQ7k-m4mpJ5WokH8tSDEsEDG3KcsP4pM9n9UcfwZBZBXoIXQ4WvEH0rvsU/s320/BEbrighton3blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345994846437206578" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicePOgjFlwaSHv7XbHWQTEYzrRF4Llxjua-mUq184et88fy31arSFSPGimvtkdZW8b-Uf13Wu8cVmdo_TQVu_ZWLDg1wnbExg0IPhUI5VwPLHEKSbx_m7c5VCZIRHumhNIBU1RzFupUS0/s1600-h/BEbrighton2blog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicePOgjFlwaSHv7XbHWQTEYzrRF4Llxjua-mUq184et88fy31arSFSPGimvtkdZW8b-Uf13Wu8cVmdo_TQVu_ZWLDg1wnbExg0IPhUI5VwPLHEKSbx_m7c5VCZIRHumhNIBU1RzFupUS0/s320/BEbrighton2blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345994288170980306" /></a><br />A raffle presided over by Liza follows the talk. This group has a vibrant energy. Many exercise regularly and the group has raised money to employ qualified trainers to teach breathing exercises, and tai chi is planned for the autumn.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifm4XWOkajD5xXpq7e0gqhIdE_jPcLQ9RxdD_yaZbLjyanuQWIfKiGH0i0dMmm4_8T5ZcokMTmP1ttKXGhnWGVEv9iy3lPT4FQoqbhtlLmzT_v7OVCGxgxzkmyb_SMW-IGishe1Q4Au2Y/s1600-h/BEbrighton4blog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifm4XWOkajD5xXpq7e0gqhIdE_jPcLQ9RxdD_yaZbLjyanuQWIfKiGH0i0dMmm4_8T5ZcokMTmP1ttKXGhnWGVEv9iy3lPT4FQoqbhtlLmzT_v7OVCGxgxzkmyb_SMW-IGishe1Q4Au2Y/s320/BEbrighton4blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345993722972305010" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I get a lift back into Brighton and fall asleep after dinner in front of the TV, while Susy and Tricia watch a dvd.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAaodVgsEeaOkz8hhwifCV6uQPYQ3U1wJZHjjh3mhCRh0BOW7GT8c9PS2qV2BJuqUgRRVzxWYZVb7PvhIc1EiQE_Zt9F8d4PZflkq0xDXO1V9IQWYA2Olsed9aUawPpOFD1qAEn_i_zE/s1600-h/tricia+susy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAaodVgsEeaOkz8hhwifCV6uQPYQ3U1wJZHjjh3mhCRh0BOW7GT8c9PS2qV2BJuqUgRRVzxWYZVb7PvhIc1EiQE_Zt9F8d4PZflkq0xDXO1V9IQWYA2Olsed9aUawPpOFD1qAEn_i_zE/s400/tricia+susy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345996738859484818" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-50013341291440665152009-07-16T12:13:00.004+01:002009-07-19T18:02:48.179+01:0011 June 2009 - Day 12: Brighton-Shoreham-Lancing<strong>11.45 a.m.</strong><br /><br />Farewell to Tricia and Susy. I've renewed one friendship, started a new one and feel sad to leave. <br />A long cycle ride from their house in Hollingbury into the town where a public consultation is taking place.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjctuY92cauSCKwxeN64sGg8ww8s2LCCisZTI3oGC0Gv6Co2KBLkAIRRDLdX60thiiF53RUPpM-ahB7kVxOpBmWKYYq0r0c0EqbHWXLtewKNkAZx8uh_duD1L9jkLfbFnFEQfFCFbNBOoQ/s1600-h/P1080526.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjctuY92cauSCKwxeN64sGg8ww8s2LCCisZTI3oGC0Gv6Co2KBLkAIRRDLdX60thiiF53RUPpM-ahB7kVxOpBmWKYYq0r0c0EqbHWXLtewKNkAZx8uh_duD1L9jkLfbFnFEQfFCFbNBOoQ/s400/P1080526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346700268935958002" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Options are set out on the other side, with a preference and comments book on the other side. <br /><br />I cycle along Edward Street uphill past law courts, police, job centre, resting and snapping on the way, <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnkUnViH7IbljLxq2QsL65CYFDbUAEs2u5YAeSO0vakwpnLBHMEmIUhaBkFOjNkHK49Q6djEaMAhZn85od903zBTmr1tESzbgaeK4P2G8yd5iEswdOXRW7v942iGEMOXvjfnOl-0nFP4/s1600-h/P1080530.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnkUnViH7IbljLxq2QsL65CYFDbUAEs2u5YAeSO0vakwpnLBHMEmIUhaBkFOjNkHK49Q6djEaMAhZn85od903zBTmr1tESzbgaeK4P2G8yd5iEswdOXRW7v942iGEMOXvjfnOl-0nFP4/s200/P1080530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346702958807332242" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9naAH2eMMca3LwG9gQCaW90FcqNDOE8qvSCHQhW0LTfcgYKyUygnD4bLpSOI6ijcvK-WQzm6xejofcL1MLcFG-XNKCESC747KXKoV8Md1koOoFx_UjXYfiOTJ-mYpJF8vnC3orhPFgHM/s1600-h/P1080529.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9naAH2eMMca3LwG9gQCaW90FcqNDOE8qvSCHQhW0LTfcgYKyUygnD4bLpSOI6ijcvK-WQzm6xejofcL1MLcFG-XNKCESC747KXKoV8Md1koOoFx_UjXYfiOTJ-mYpJF8vnC3orhPFgHM/s200/P1080529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346702956475312258" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />to the new Alexandra Children's Hospital I've been told about in the grounds of the Royal Sussex County Hospital.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDHHDoydB3unLjLMfSuegEnX_oDD7mqrPqvVQcd1Jzdv9TmbhY-xuwIhwDICwhgzofYFi8QQnSXVGjkVuphWtISpmUGK3icf0XvVn9iMsn2Jf9zYYm3iecvVCwdgJDL-sLyWeXWuUdNWU/s1600-h/P1080534.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDHHDoydB3unLjLMfSuegEnX_oDD7mqrPqvVQcd1Jzdv9TmbhY-xuwIhwDICwhgzofYFi8QQnSXVGjkVuphWtISpmUGK3icf0XvVn9iMsn2Jf9zYYm3iecvVCwdgJDL-sLyWeXWuUdNWU/s400/P1080534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346701720653812450" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPmGmrze9uQ5NbIFl7FxavFvrPm4Rue1XLe5DsbBPaP82foqeXWE9Gg2QP3FEo0j6YEBws0o-1QgLYySEjFkWs0uqJ1e9fpZ6E1PSZda5TObJ1_8wKeyMlQyqo-KVp1Q0dKks8XHqHGE/s1600-h/ClosedDentistBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPmGmrze9uQ5NbIFl7FxavFvrPm4Rue1XLe5DsbBPaP82foqeXWE9Gg2QP3FEo0j6YEBws0o-1QgLYySEjFkWs0uqJ1e9fpZ6E1PSZda5TObJ1_8wKeyMlQyqo-KVp1Q0dKks8XHqHGE/s320/ClosedDentistBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348610286191312178" /></a>The hospital's design is based on the Ark; huge amounts of money have been lavished on it, while back in the centre of town an NHS dental practice lies derelict and websites proliferate instructing people who cannot afford private dental care on DIY extractions.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>1.40 p.m.<br />Temp: 16.4c, humidity: 59%, wind westerly and very strong. Cloudy.<br />O.S. Explorer Map No. 122<br />Distance travelled: 13 miles</strong><br /><br />There's a splash of blue and yellow next to the pier. It's a Scope action during 'Time to Get Equal' week, and they are collecting pledges of support for disability issues from the public.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0rXHxDPWq3sYt14pLnjrqzi0rXP0PBesHfBbq7AY2AYFUhSEEUvc-surLwvzH1MtA4cGAolB6scg-zkFjMSMaRtrT8Sbur2-DssdYZLfFAVpenzK2d66U6E9TfmRtOubH4kd66TYW7ss/s1600-h/SpokeBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0rXHxDPWq3sYt14pLnjrqzi0rXP0PBesHfBbq7AY2AYFUhSEEUvc-surLwvzH1MtA4cGAolB6scg-zkFjMSMaRtrT8Sbur2-DssdYZLfFAVpenzK2d66U6E9TfmRtOubH4kd66TYW7ss/s320/SpokeBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348612572982099698" /></a><br />We exchange stories; I talk to Ron and Jamie (Scope's campaigns manager) from their London office, and Rosa from the Brighton branch. I tell them I used to do photo commissions for Scope many years ago.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But I have to go, and set out into a head-on wind, pier to pier. There isn't much left of the west pier now.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_gAGVGFIzlKI5TqTLgFzwxLf7zC3fjWjt2oAl1tIJo01OJncBSm4itmvIYzbliZnnPp3RecpalQbjAWr7B9ij-OE4qcydTsTY7AM7AY6ZAJDpLKGZ9isejG8_j520H20ihRYHucIDIA/s1600-h/P1080545.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_gAGVGFIzlKI5TqTLgFzwxLf7zC3fjWjt2oAl1tIJo01OJncBSm4itmvIYzbliZnnPp3RecpalQbjAWr7B9ij-OE4qcydTsTY7AM7AY6ZAJDpLKGZ9isejG8_j520H20ihRYHucIDIA/s200/P1080545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346708000436436706" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW3YkMEbllxIQjLB8iaz2tegfzaWHvr5TEERUSey0tN5I6CbPRHrVUjT-lLL8rbDsaUBfFTKRcsbEMF1BcF93tXmPmvZCy54txbfi9PvLkaaEEARfRMT87bVPyU4fw5WhDea0QeLIbYtc/s1600-h/P1080550.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW3YkMEbllxIQjLB8iaz2tegfzaWHvr5TEERUSey0tN5I6CbPRHrVUjT-lLL8rbDsaUBfFTKRcsbEMF1BcF93tXmPmvZCy54txbfi9PvLkaaEEARfRMT87bVPyU4fw5WhDea0QeLIbYtc/s200/P1080550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346708008551007650" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The wind turns into rain and, taking refuge in a urine-stinking shelter across from recycling bins, I feel weak and demoralized, and have to remind myself that I chose to do this; nobody forced me to, and there are worse things in the world than being stuck in a smelly shelter.<br />And eventually the rain passes, though the wind remains, requiring double effort to pedal.<br /><br />Beyond Hove there are wharfs where I talk to a marine insurance surveyor who is checking the weight of a "beam trawler". All the fishing boats are moored up as it's too rough at sea. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkpBi8HHUBkxd6SYwhqxD3I6qlum2WpjttM2L8Qtk-sGbeXOJ-JtQS-xsX0eApsomKMPVl1oiuK4tvQI8-5eFV9Vg4P_n9pYMJR_zae3AU5GDAo4E3UB2hHR5EA-D5KQBIP4OntCbbzCw/s1600-h/P1080557.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkpBi8HHUBkxd6SYwhqxD3I6qlum2WpjttM2L8Qtk-sGbeXOJ-JtQS-xsX0eApsomKMPVl1oiuK4tvQI8-5eFV9Vg4P_n9pYMJR_zae3AU5GDAo4E3UB2hHR5EA-D5KQBIP4OntCbbzCw/s400/P1080557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346712201592932962" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaQzPtTcgsPHoyzfaBdnFw8QfLUm39nNvD9NDLMhtrkEMosk1leNlcIjuDE1rSbbAG93bV1a76-pxArTOuSuashpJ8Oe35jmXO4jOhK8wz0hOHYJHp8YN0b4uBfExuUKk7ptI8CDDr1A/s1600-h/P1080555.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaQzPtTcgsPHoyzfaBdnFw8QfLUm39nNvD9NDLMhtrkEMosk1leNlcIjuDE1rSbbAG93bV1a76-pxArTOuSuashpJ8Oe35jmXO4jOhK8wz0hOHYJHp8YN0b4uBfExuUKk7ptI8CDDr1A/s200/P1080555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346714259871323970" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWrwkrCSexjG8LgiuA6UpWIOSHv8OglB9-ThHhti2kkaBvpz48kpPlW6j3_Q6N11AoowDcxRp-1PyE3zLgzw2tUaxSzpgUDiarqfXhKd52kont9UTeSdLtxkdI5eTMK3orBHx6DuwIlA/s1600-h/P1080556.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWrwkrCSexjG8LgiuA6UpWIOSHv8OglB9-ThHhti2kkaBvpz48kpPlW6j3_Q6N11AoowDcxRp-1PyE3zLgzw2tUaxSzpgUDiarqfXhKd52kont9UTeSdLtxkdI5eTMK3orBHx6DuwIlA/s200/P1080556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346714264703347138" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I pass through the bleak industrial wasteland of Portslade by Sea; Parker Steel, Dean Dyball Construction, Hanson's Solent Aggregates Ltd., who are moving piles of stuff around with CAT diggers (RIP Rachel Corrie). <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIyF0z37arAUW0LXkjVhzh3kUBVRiCNf2ud3mRVtVqhMazPrDJdISZbH7YZaPUbygak7m8CtkLdUbagAUa47Ns1ew9X4xro4t8di1BqK6nIcfyaVA0cLVXT30GFpRIvi_fEteiTGQdt3k/s1600-h/P1080567.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIyF0z37arAUW0LXkjVhzh3kUBVRiCNf2ud3mRVtVqhMazPrDJdISZbH7YZaPUbygak7m8CtkLdUbagAUa47Ns1ew9X4xro4t8di1BqK6nIcfyaVA0cLVXT30GFpRIvi_fEteiTGQdt3k/s400/P1080567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346717597247086658" /></a><br /><br />The air smells bad; heaven knows what toxic dust and chemicals are flying around in the wind.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdKB14ay_jAX-5OwbT5kfacgQytKtkdz1c2b9L77RFaoHUMwHgUQzklWzBcc-Nq9t38n7Mh8h2jHFvI8uIzMm1qkurgo2S7Unp2FLwllQcjbl9gc5JYY1ZFwjhbW9JYJ7TCRxTOuIeg_A/s1600-h/P1080667.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdKB14ay_jAX-5OwbT5kfacgQytKtkdz1c2b9L77RFaoHUMwHgUQzklWzBcc-Nq9t38n7Mh8h2jHFvI8uIzMm1qkurgo2S7Unp2FLwllQcjbl9gc5JYY1ZFwjhbW9JYJ7TCRxTOuIeg_A/s200/P1080667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346798644837406578" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />But crossing the lock back to the mainland is gorgeous. The evening sun comes out and the world looks beautiful.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-jZB5VbxqfIq1GMwHQMoBqTLkuDfjMo2ocHT7TdSEVuUn6Hx4Dtsuc9TfNT89c_7UgozFEQMzk7R9qvkCnJ4c21wsuDGek_7QT5D0MvJ4QB7lzTlONESx5TecHZEnUPG4I2jh9XoJTaM/s1600-h/P1080575.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-jZB5VbxqfIq1GMwHQMoBqTLkuDfjMo2ocHT7TdSEVuUn6Hx4Dtsuc9TfNT89c_7UgozFEQMzk7R9qvkCnJ4c21wsuDGek_7QT5D0MvJ4QB7lzTlONESx5TecHZEnUPG4I2jh9XoJTaM/s400/P1080575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346719621269462130" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After an obnoxious man tells me I HAVE to go on via the rush-hour-busy main road, I nearly miss adventures. Of course there's another way; I cycle through quiet town streets, longer but nicer by far, and emerge opposite the footbridge over the Adur Estuary footbridge.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH7Vnwx0nFABZUtFR58UmtDokyA5-hnEnH5eZtsMrE1ZLfCcqaaHO7iq-Cs4b1mhLWlkP4yIrsTpdRq86-FLgfg3h2Q9l12WMs_2IW_QZclhclM9GmSZGYVxmXgRLdqa4otwJjP27_9eg/s1600-h/P1080585.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH7Vnwx0nFABZUtFR58UmtDokyA5-hnEnH5eZtsMrE1ZLfCcqaaHO7iq-Cs4b1mhLWlkP4yIrsTpdRq86-FLgfg3h2Q9l12WMs_2IW_QZclhclM9GmSZGYVxmXgRLdqa4otwJjP27_9eg/s400/P1080585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346720983949835346" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXLIl-tzzz9bNZocF912KmumKFjRX9ua2G8fFb4_H_bRZij8bvKbkEw-E496BDfuq3thh9byEI5PyQPNahzHpONoKru3wtxMJkxA-OjJ-OE5YrtipqcgxQZ_35MYw8m5oZrjVNpvf3to/s1600-h/P1080588.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXLIl-tzzz9bNZocF912KmumKFjRX9ua2G8fFb4_H_bRZij8bvKbkEw-E496BDfuq3thh9byEI5PyQPNahzHpONoKru3wtxMJkxA-OjJ-OE5YrtipqcgxQZ_35MYw8m5oZrjVNpvf3to/s320/P1080588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346729484744837842" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The tide is out.<br /><br />On the far side there are moorings for houseboat conversions of motor torpedo boats and other antique vessels, many from world wars 1 and 2. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSfm_QI7oreALXplJ3ei3o4vfePTDhkDpEJtMnXzfIL7CjTemWWxRy3z2yEQEeADQ7UDSl6TZWHaNFiZxa4gGJOXXN8Cb3nn6ON2k2Mz9Anvc8WZLXVMQSaL1Qmgtox2su0t_QFEcWkc/s1600-h/P1080597.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSfm_QI7oreALXplJ3ei3o4vfePTDhkDpEJtMnXzfIL7CjTemWWxRy3z2yEQEeADQ7UDSl6TZWHaNFiZxa4gGJOXXN8Cb3nn6ON2k2Mz9Anvc8WZLXVMQSaL1Qmgtox2su0t_QFEcWkc/s400/P1080597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346758694866376498" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There's a footpath alongside them and I meet Mike and Marshall who are part of this varied community. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBvLDHDeFjo87PvkLZoUSZszxeqVkaIRqsyiMpMFNv-dofAtbSZta101s4fjDe_5AMi39PgsyPtMD2OqP0JFHPoUCp7jnaMpSoCxC2r5py7fl98m7sSC_ZTOJslRiVzGrv0I0B9XS7wk/s1600-h/P1080595.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBvLDHDeFjo87PvkLZoUSZszxeqVkaIRqsyiMpMFNv-dofAtbSZta101s4fjDe_5AMi39PgsyPtMD2OqP0JFHPoUCp7jnaMpSoCxC2r5py7fl98m7sSC_ZTOJslRiVzGrv0I0B9XS7wk/s200/P1080595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346731247176202578" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVVM3eer6DsEv5N4g_8krEFg7wWgReqM7q5X7jPqdW82Lps6wtwVcQ2qvGXDCGgBX1vaY6Rjmsk8c8CC1IVXezImQd9E5_TqjVYhf0bOa-z-emYpXCY4pX1nNhM1aiat9iMfuwvXlLCvY/s1600-h/P1080596.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVVM3eer6DsEv5N4g_8krEFg7wWgReqM7q5X7jPqdW82Lps6wtwVcQ2qvGXDCGgBX1vaY6Rjmsk8c8CC1IVXezImQd9E5_TqjVYhf0bOa-z-emYpXCY4pX1nNhM1aiat9iMfuwvXlLCvY/s200/P1080596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346731239321651874" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I tell them about the converted 52' WW1 naval pinnace where I lived on the Thames when I first left home. <br /><br /><br /><strong>7.30 p.m. </strong><br /><br />The campsite - Barn Caravan Park - is almost empty. I get a sheltered pitch, and a donation of the pitch fee to the British Lung Foundation from Joe who works there.<br />Before turning in, dinner is: one banana, ricecakes with yeast extract (courtesy of Tricia), cheese, raisons, sunflower seeds, almonds and brazel nuts. Plus half a bar of Green & Blacks dark chocolate.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-16989982043845793562009-07-16T12:11:00.002+01:002009-07-19T18:04:18.040+01:0012 June 2009 - Day 13: Lancing to Worthing<strong>4.15 a.m.</strong><br /><br />An enthusiastic cockeral is crowing. It carries on relentlessly but i get back to sleep. Later when eyeballed severely, it stops for a full twenty minutes.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd7yN6uBbBL_4xGXjuIWzJKGMObhuREymO9SZtflao-UkfAZz9uHoF1zxJlpDpJp6BJHEnJTUzZT3t7-kwI5UWrYw5ecnI4LuqoCiEpCmOhVcnTG8JB0cfxl-NyULMIGxENIn3r42pTj0/s1600-h/P1080615.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd7yN6uBbBL_4xGXjuIWzJKGMObhuREymO9SZtflao-UkfAZz9uHoF1zxJlpDpJp6BJHEnJTUzZT3t7-kwI5UWrYw5ecnI4LuqoCiEpCmOhVcnTG8JB0cfxl-NyULMIGxENIn3r42pTj0/s200/P1080615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346771228029623106" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQ0_9u2y9a6GC_ofG8QC_P8l7JIyi0htClQ0QSVvfFwSg7766wQHBY76PqMfBHP3OXAVf90FsNxb-GYaBZwQFmI7TwsVeJ2L-VYE3ia2AHTv2zFjqcsFnnUVhoLa9utfQwiwqXKlQilA/s1600-h/P1080604.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQ0_9u2y9a6GC_ofG8QC_P8l7JIyi0htClQ0QSVvfFwSg7766wQHBY76PqMfBHP3OXAVf90FsNxb-GYaBZwQFmI7TwsVeJ2L-VYE3ia2AHTv2zFjqcsFnnUVhoLa9utfQwiwqXKlQilA/s200/P1080604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346771708148293074" /></a>At 7.30 I wake woozy from deep sleep and find the neighbours' horses being moved from stable to field.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3DRyyrFWSJldoCEdGDNKqYW4Ro2vkJWPnXOG2ZaTo9e9kVwVoEB4Oenfpn53QwNsaezobTlMSHWfHQsIH50zT7hVD_hy3zGxbtAqP85bgAoTcgH3-ID0PbA3LoJfY3ShCiPAZED-RIJk/s1600-h/P1080618.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3DRyyrFWSJldoCEdGDNKqYW4Ro2vkJWPnXOG2ZaTo9e9kVwVoEB4Oenfpn53QwNsaezobTlMSHWfHQsIH50zT7hVD_hy3zGxbtAqP85bgAoTcgH3-ID0PbA3LoJfY3ShCiPAZED-RIJk/s400/P1080618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346773354565253202" /></a><br /><br />After packing and drying the outside of the tent, which has to be upended like a distressed turtle and tethered to prevent its escape on the wind, the regular and by now inevitable struggle begins to pop the damn thing down.<br /><br />Dennis is playing with his grandson, Rupert, nearby. He's sympathetic, which is better than ribald laughter at my previous efforts last campsite, and offers me coffee across the field. They are there with Jean, his partner, to be near their daughter who has just had a baby. Dennis was a retired RAF man and tells me about the small aircraft constantly flying past from nearby flying schools.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMeY4Uwz-hHxjRF1p08NjsTxmX9EX-7E9zFHl6xxtRHhZUw1bFib-MEhR_Mjdm8BZTMUfQQvxX_8pOb8VRz5eOobhq9PcbnqEF9UYppZWWY4umjVncMgb25QZb-bD_wvMSUYAQyr3eK7U/s1600-h/P1080619.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMeY4Uwz-hHxjRF1p08NjsTxmX9EX-7E9zFHl6xxtRHhZUw1bFib-MEhR_Mjdm8BZTMUfQQvxX_8pOb8VRz5eOobhq9PcbnqEF9UYppZWWY4umjVncMgb25QZb-bD_wvMSUYAQyr3eK7U/s200/P1080619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346775327116880194" /></a><br /><br />He asks me where I'm heading and tells me his brother has chronic bronchitus but still exercises daily. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>12.00 p.m.<br />Temp: 21c, humidity: 45%, wind: light westerley<br />O.S. Explorer Maps 122/121<br />Distance travelled: 6.4 miles</strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggitHsPWhQuQjaykzFZOJCJG0GZceocmTDWAi5LaV0cHEyA5ijtTQAMSftVoGGPGh_AE8teXUu6SCo18JMtoJYulwKcY1nucZbTHRz4IlFkLWiyOHr8dzRgmYVAOo3ynMHGrP-floZHhQ/s1600-h/P1080624.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggitHsPWhQuQjaykzFZOJCJG0GZceocmTDWAi5LaV0cHEyA5ijtTQAMSftVoGGPGh_AE8teXUu6SCo18JMtoJYulwKcY1nucZbTHRz4IlFkLWiyOHr8dzRgmYVAOo3ynMHGrP-floZHhQ/s320/P1080624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346778924709986434" /></a><br />I have to get into Worthing for the monthly Worthing Breathe Easy meeting at 2.30. It's a gentle path along the shore, under light cloud.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2rud0hEy09wA2JiMIFhkbWr6p2TcPqr3_N2LBhZcuQ3qgGRxVX7ySlIL-iQ2d7bxzMY_g1Wi55ggC8REAyZwrgraI_45JXA2JO8gOGgesDDgipaK_b54eTPuH45OgrvLyxFMt6I56Hps/s1600-h/P1080632.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2rud0hEy09wA2JiMIFhkbWr6p2TcPqr3_N2LBhZcuQ3qgGRxVX7ySlIL-iQ2d7bxzMY_g1Wi55ggC8REAyZwrgraI_45JXA2JO8gOGgesDDgipaK_b54eTPuH45OgrvLyxFMt6I56Hps/s400/P1080632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346783688789925426" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4MOd_L-2LdafoNrL7i99GtVQMHut8Mlx63TDKhLMxu5kSYcY5EW73elPkTyGbZp9X1NM4K4sMigVkenkAcqHa38KSAN75lRUgWA_96k5kvoca1a0OtG8SNVsPVVL31IWLt1yy3FEZj-I/s1600-h/P1080635.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4MOd_L-2LdafoNrL7i99GtVQMHut8Mlx63TDKhLMxu5kSYcY5EW73elPkTyGbZp9X1NM4K4sMigVkenkAcqHa38KSAN75lRUgWA_96k5kvoca1a0OtG8SNVsPVVL31IWLt1yy3FEZj-I/s200/P1080635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346785559094876706" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoO196ckkk7rNvdYghIG6N3cJ5Du5ZX3Duvg-gABzI6Zj5DrHvul6UzlErA-kEqKfe-muVWN6tYAXTfinw0-zcRzLo1rF9_LjdDDv7rMEZOjm58GEEx8hcjDEOmbLb35NR8A0BOLCUUrA/s1600-h/P1080638.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoO196ckkk7rNvdYghIG6N3cJ5Du5ZX3Duvg-gABzI6Zj5DrHvul6UzlErA-kEqKfe-muVWN6tYAXTfinw0-zcRzLo1rF9_LjdDDv7rMEZOjm58GEEx8hcjDEOmbLb35NR8A0BOLCUUrA/s200/P1080638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346785563188763906" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Towards the end of the Worthing promenade there is a municiple display which shows how far the influence of Derek Jarman's garden on Dungeness has reached. But this is very static and "arranged". It lacks the Jarman anarchic spirit.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6aGx0MjQKJ-iIp9OvZzHH8juceD8LcD7zmXpkCegcd20yg5B25E4Q_VqgpWitob3L4eyMV7c2_QUi5PVFeYtyR0Z1Dlivq7XcGeuPwHgeSPcch8dPqvbRQQ9EZ0JwPhnQi1Oz1qBQdzY/s1600-h/P1080642.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6aGx0MjQKJ-iIp9OvZzHH8juceD8LcD7zmXpkCegcd20yg5B25E4Q_VqgpWitob3L4eyMV7c2_QUi5PVFeYtyR0Z1Dlivq7XcGeuPwHgeSPcch8dPqvbRQQ9EZ0JwPhnQi1Oz1qBQdzY/s400/P1080642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346787559580310658" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>2.30 p.m.</strong><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0nJEZM4MXsSt0G60eeese9AFURCSeAe_DbtObKTaEUAIyMgrrsbkLx39ORly6u5vhWpLEsffRvoN4hq1uHDSA-M-Rhs361zu9dqtoKhIBi0dusNrR53H0tuGLx_zVZ37FaWBZfwwRYLA/s1600-h/Respironics.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0nJEZM4MXsSt0G60eeese9AFURCSeAe_DbtObKTaEUAIyMgrrsbkLx39ORly6u5vhWpLEsffRvoN4hq1uHDSA-M-Rhs361zu9dqtoKhIBi0dusNrR53H0tuGLx_zVZ37FaWBZfwwRYLA/s400/Respironics.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348606064416518578" /></a> There is a talk and demonstration of nebulisers by sales representatives from Phillips Respironics. They have brought us chocolates.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByf1IXGPn61V4D4nszGpw25SBkDZ9Vw-FJhGNhNBlxrluB5DG9pb1qYijdmih9qkNzoSfoH4Vh8dMi-NKwdoIL23fiafC6F_I5OoGmq-Gn6rMJjHmJAfwFuD8JF8nZECAw0jy5KYZZeo/s1600-h/P1080649.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByf1IXGPn61V4D4nszGpw25SBkDZ9Vw-FJhGNhNBlxrluB5DG9pb1qYijdmih9qkNzoSfoH4Vh8dMi-NKwdoIL23fiafC6F_I5OoGmq-Gn6rMJjHmJAfwFuD8JF8nZECAw0jy5KYZZeo/s200/P1080649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346791536305676162" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7QIPOE241OlNkm1iyXJUXML-XPoWhtxLQYy4fMFxNQHi9zoS9YAcmPa-ksoTDZGJF_woin8DD-__rv9V-f_g1S2SvD4YeTmnvY7Ewmzfx8xRGnUNCRJTXU9lRfmHCLtRDN_5WkS-EOVw/s1600-h/SheilaBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7QIPOE241OlNkm1iyXJUXML-XPoWhtxLQYy4fMFxNQHi9zoS9YAcmPa-ksoTDZGJF_woin8DD-__rv9V-f_g1S2SvD4YeTmnvY7Ewmzfx8xRGnUNCRJTXU9lRfmHCLtRDN_5WkS-EOVw/s200/SheilaBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348601424863228402" /></a><br /><br />I give my talk after tea, then chat to Val. Everyone is welcoming, and I stay overnight with Sheila, the group's chair, overnight in Finden village, north of Worthing. She is concerned about the group, as several committee members are standing down due to worsening health, and so far no-one is volunteering to replace them.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-13778653884385288832009-07-16T12:10:00.002+01:002009-07-19T18:06:11.425+01:0013 June 2009 - Day 14: Worthing (Finden) to Littlehampton<strong>6.00 a.m.</strong><br /><br />Blogging for three hours before breakfast at 9.00 with Sheila and her two grandchildren, Brennan and Chelsea; they are all fresh from the hot tub.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4itswr4SMmk_wRNfOE89wjl7upDOP9rUeZnRgMmsDcpnlvS4WVGzp6rVyJHmki8J-WnEWIoiZWa12IxQs___Xi0Hzanl6UMGlpOB_EQ1rJvuo33I8EiCHuZSdXLXLkodTW3agp-n69To/s1600-h/Sheila+grands.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4itswr4SMmk_wRNfOE89wjl7upDOP9rUeZnRgMmsDcpnlvS4WVGzp6rVyJHmki8J-WnEWIoiZWa12IxQs___Xi0Hzanl6UMGlpOB_EQ1rJvuo33I8EiCHuZSdXLXLkodTW3agp-n69To/s320/Sheila+grands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348338905061911154" /></a><br /><br />Before they all depart for a day out, Sheila shows me a route cross country on the O.S. map .<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">4.30 pm</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">No temperature or humidity recorded (battery died) but it is mostly sunny and breezy with a westerly wind.<br />O.S. Explorer Map No. 121<br />Total distance travelled: 10.9 miles</span><br /><br />Sheila's route is dramatic, downhill around a South Downs escarpment and beautiful in the afternoon sun; then south through Patching and Angmering which are picture-postcard-pretty. I take a break for a pub meal of Sussex Smokey, a kind of smoked fish crumble, then skirt the A27 which has a cycle route alongside it. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMoWgddzsMX1YBq4OgMF8-e8FH7gi_5U6FJILWqbSav0yjYKWoUTPQA9IEg_NHYj2HEKEgZek3xPpfbv2shdAT1vkHuHW7l8XBLuIXRgY502PVq-fKmPsenAGguWQ-T6N5QejT-TiOkA/s1600-h/SatRouteBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMoWgddzsMX1YBq4OgMF8-e8FH7gi_5U6FJILWqbSav0yjYKWoUTPQA9IEg_NHYj2HEKEgZek3xPpfbv2shdAT1vkHuHW7l8XBLuIXRgY502PVq-fKmPsenAGguWQ-T6N5QejT-TiOkA/s400/SatRouteBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348347893145096994" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9scMNH0PgzyOrouLwCLyuB86RQ30QPp2fPpbLQJavn7pwQe25z5dCBw8cst6mReihjpEPV0PWEE3-DUm5-5LjqYSknCaELvindNlROQ8n7EzKAQqiGSl57SvcKJhry0g7BDDN1JRwsPI/s1600-h/PatchingBuildingBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9scMNH0PgzyOrouLwCLyuB86RQ30QPp2fPpbLQJavn7pwQe25z5dCBw8cst6mReihjpEPV0PWEE3-DUm5-5LjqYSknCaELvindNlROQ8n7EzKAQqiGSl57SvcKJhry0g7BDDN1JRwsPI/s200/PatchingBuildingBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348347603169093138" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTWW_hLtzEpM98E3UmeVPSwLQaDR6QgZg1_vrA-UmyICsqIPZy7S1jW3wECBPehzzMsQONCu9vIDvUkljUSUSXrKAsyfm9iNQGn-dk2eun7Z3qrB8fHoPO8-DyS5w9C_ChHwzqn3DHOE4/s1600-h/WorldsEndBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTWW_hLtzEpM98E3UmeVPSwLQaDR6QgZg1_vrA-UmyICsqIPZy7S1jW3wECBPehzzMsQONCu9vIDvUkljUSUSXrKAsyfm9iNQGn-dk2eun7Z3qrB8fHoPO8-DyS5w9C_ChHwzqn3DHOE4/s200/WorldsEndBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348347605063319138" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I've been told the route runs near a protest of tree-dwellers, trying to prevent development on ancient woodland. I would love to visit, but it's late so I go on to Littlehampton campsite, arriving at 8.00 pm, and despite gruesome obscenities (exceeding by far top shelf porn mags) of young boys playing nearby, it turns out to be a peaceful evening. And the pitch fee is again donated to the BLF.<br /><br />Tomorrow Izzi is travelling from London to cycle with me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-47701995246483253092009-07-16T12:08:00.002+01:002009-07-19T18:09:25.055+01:0014 June 2009 - Day 15: Littlehampton to Gumber Farm, Slindon<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpLkFvxruDjV20SLr5zJE7SPafWkKM4W1NVpt0YdN5C_qPk1Glat_uqdjk8CgdvorFDH64CRuqmFThVwQn1offRs-yaY0zepUrIFGh0kwHhkpyfoOJYu5HGJ_N_4knzkVhAPCj2dQGYw/s1600-h/TentBikeBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpLkFvxruDjV20SLr5zJE7SPafWkKM4W1NVpt0YdN5C_qPk1Glat_uqdjk8CgdvorFDH64CRuqmFThVwQn1offRs-yaY0zepUrIFGh0kwHhkpyfoOJYu5HGJ_N_4knzkVhAPCj2dQGYw/s320/TentBikeBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348396609925642514" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Wake early and pack up. I have perfected securing my bike by the tent so that it will not fall on the tent during the night.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjGLYUNzvGylVfa-bZAmHJTkdqPwzkgCjjGYkPY1PoqtHRt00YTbEpoyraFVql222uuzo1vXV64ktuDFTa4_5s6z0zLx3Rtm7E4ueD_u-oHhoOC24YnStkca8YK8DZeTrA8PER1CtrEw/s1600-h/P1080678.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjGLYUNzvGylVfa-bZAmHJTkdqPwzkgCjjGYkPY1PoqtHRt00YTbEpoyraFVql222uuzo1vXV64ktuDFTa4_5s6z0zLx3Rtm7E4ueD_u-oHhoOC24YnStkca8YK8DZeTrA8PER1CtrEw/s320/P1080678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348395373698148898" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mark comes up to ask about my journey. He has travelled from London for the weekend with his partner Paiching. We chat while their daughter remains eating in their aging camper van. It's one of those brief, sweet travelling moments.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVKJywt3rJjLnQx7nffosz6fLUiU855B0VbE9tDJrMFUGPV2QsqgJlPV04H4QHleRvq-82G8tM1qS7yA2OKjA4fQvF4gCldfYTKZHizTP4izj12K4DX0W1g7C99outwirOBTjJyhB3w2g/s1600-h/CampsiteDemiseBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVKJywt3rJjLnQx7nffosz6fLUiU855B0VbE9tDJrMFUGPV2QsqgJlPV04H4QHleRvq-82G8tM1qS7yA2OKjA4fQvF4gCldfYTKZHizTP4izj12K4DX0W1g7C99outwirOBTjJyhB3w2g/s320/CampsiteDemiseBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348399061182343906" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Before I leave I sign the campsite petitiion against closure - it's the only one left in the town - but this doesn't prevent me being told off for leaving an hour late.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">2.00 p.m.<br />Temp and humidity not measured. Sunny, cloudy with light westerly wind.<br />O.S. Explorer Map No. 121<br />Distance travelled: 16.4 miles</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS403bdbymckAEtjee-ri6_VgcPQ-WEx5HJYXNzjx7KQ_FOWIC9FArDmUnTMA9INbP3MwNmj-75k_v663xtJ0Pb0j7xqjMqc-5p1SZHBF6_chfVHqKGHxyksmiYxFulQC1xhkjdywEDp8/s1600-h/HedgeCycleSignBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS403bdbymckAEtjee-ri6_VgcPQ-WEx5HJYXNzjx7KQ_FOWIC9FArDmUnTMA9INbP3MwNmj-75k_v663xtJ0Pb0j7xqjMqc-5p1SZHBF6_chfVHqKGHxyksmiYxFulQC1xhkjdywEDp8/s320/HedgeCycleSignBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348399765182769394" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My ride into Littlehampton is hindered by semi-hidden signage.<br /><br />The town is busy with people enjoying Sunday. It reminds me I've been two weeks on the road but it doesn't feel that long.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahnaRPyxH0BVsyZYu2ON2tpRDdZOlgnEs9QJtwZlWwwRF5ArwE9erBkCWX_21VVpQLaxWCwADGgQ2ZFi0MSidWjCu2kjGBFDPjZ7pGLRTtxaW4ljnDwSIRIQSWCrGFjxhjOZIjlCIPU4/s1600-h/CouplePierBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahnaRPyxH0BVsyZYu2ON2tpRDdZOlgnEs9QJtwZlWwwRF5ArwE9erBkCWX_21VVpQLaxWCwADGgQ2ZFi0MSidWjCu2kjGBFDPjZ7pGLRTtxaW4ljnDwSIRIQSWCrGFjxhjOZIjlCIPU4/s200/CouplePierBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348369661956276434" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEWyXnE-q427j7E-6jN1qnyAKfRRDnSRMAD7ZK3maU8uA5-W_YJWDEnGbXtxyOXuXsDCxE1BC2BqxnTPsT8Mz4k4FhnTlWD2Ybc9q4eDWvlkmTUw-FXpL-bhTo1s4Om2XaBzGjLjIQaXU/s1600-h/LitlehamptnFairgrdBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEWyXnE-q427j7E-6jN1qnyAKfRRDnSRMAD7ZK3maU8uA5-W_YJWDEnGbXtxyOXuXsDCxE1BC2BqxnTPsT8Mz4k4FhnTlWD2Ybc9q4eDWvlkmTUw-FXpL-bhTo1s4Om2XaBzGjLjIQaXU/s200/LitlehamptnFairgrdBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348369666218551794" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiaam5bOLy4sibNQSbRIrisEoGAD4NulDcnWdJzTKb_0wFk1blYpQdgFoLahyADKRBGr_iE4P03BownsfMiaGn4ugh5rCTrTAh9Losso0Tbhveo3Der15Gtg6JAamrJnd3e-gmUIphfUk/s1600-h/ShadowLittlehmptnBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiaam5bOLy4sibNQSbRIrisEoGAD4NulDcnWdJzTKb_0wFk1blYpQdgFoLahyADKRBGr_iE4P03BownsfMiaGn4ugh5rCTrTAh9Losso0Tbhveo3Der15Gtg6JAamrJnd3e-gmUIphfUk/s320/ShadowLittlehmptnBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348370416276855442" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPl-h7wuaVrPnJiCoXc8VWpBO_-iR2MYG1jjutPYuJYGkr-ltj3aDnmgCPONnDK6HjaMDwCA5SEgg1Z4PkQOh-Uf8DKOdW0rOrXlb02KHLI-2CE_HFIHZBvuQvA73gbQ8LnqM-a_q31Sw/s1600-h/L'HamptonLunchBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPl-h7wuaVrPnJiCoXc8VWpBO_-iR2MYG1jjutPYuJYGkr-ltj3aDnmgCPONnDK6HjaMDwCA5SEgg1Z4PkQOh-Uf8DKOdW0rOrXlb02KHLI-2CE_HFIHZBvuQvA73gbQ8LnqM-a_q31Sw/s200/L'HamptonLunchBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348373891507137826" /></a><br /><br />The action is all round the pier and I spend some time people-watching before succombing to a huge roast chicken dinner at a nearby cafe. Then a quick ride up the side of the River Arun and on over the footbridge via National Cycle Route 2 . <br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU3aQ2rXGqTLPsN-YGp3_-PPxG7AaAg-CtinjItW3bGO6hDnIE1V4kVVjcyvO4GiwPiW2i3I9KTRFatzlAPQEpbpHE456YVWs1iaqUwlOfoybTVpMET68LJnBd-31bHwBw23tptphIegU/s1600-h/LittlehamptnFootbridgeBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU3aQ2rXGqTLPsN-YGp3_-PPxG7AaAg-CtinjItW3bGO6hDnIE1V4kVVjcyvO4GiwPiW2i3I9KTRFatzlAPQEpbpHE456YVWs1iaqUwlOfoybTVpMET68LJnBd-31bHwBw23tptphIegU/s400/LittlehamptnFootbridgeBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348371651501672722" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It feels like another country on the other side and I cycle north up the Arun flood plain towards Ford Station where I've arranged to meet Izzi. Ford Open Prison is on the left, then low-flying aircraft outside the Ford works.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEc0KktlAQVVRsIT2nzfaptUw4NXvwcmJ4WJwXXzzLEsSN5OOdXaX4x_tS-nKs8Qp-aW4Y6tMgqmW3UHhJGXOmFv1xvIlepPFgWxEGbLZwOLeZVwugRZ5DRMlSxcsuRDxKd910VXwFAk/s1600-h/FordPlaneBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEc0KktlAQVVRsIT2nzfaptUw4NXvwcmJ4WJwXXzzLEsSN5OOdXaX4x_tS-nKs8Qp-aW4Y6tMgqmW3UHhJGXOmFv1xvIlepPFgWxEGbLZwOLeZVwugRZ5DRMlSxcsuRDxKd910VXwFAk/s400/FordPlaneBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348376538288161602" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWfetLPH73HBYHgmyCUPqh8D7kppmI7-8uzHR2R3gZ6wJK9XQfr-Lug93zTunkZBw5CjRg1WmsiQ1vQhfxiEyheNl01oqkSh25bOe4tFHsyXPxvw_diDzxV5ETD3WnbS_7Mj42fTN6aE/s1600-h/IzziArrivesBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWfetLPH73HBYHgmyCUPqh8D7kppmI7-8uzHR2R3gZ6wJK9XQfr-Lug93zTunkZBw5CjRg1WmsiQ1vQhfxiEyheNl01oqkSh25bOe4tFHsyXPxvw_diDzxV5ETD3WnbS_7Mj42fTN6aE/s320/IzziArrivesBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348377489304992034" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj1yV4_HSsRTLuXTwIUxP3x78nzEm4tbNoS-hT9at8AFswbw33vtUHjRuueTHH1js9VTzdfGbtDdDlGcRdCITl6Q_xFlE0JnotbbyGrTJHXXwmZtf6rGhfdy2LRZY3U-ZPdXxvo9txaaI/s1600-h/IzziMudBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj1yV4_HSsRTLuXTwIUxP3x78nzEm4tbNoS-hT9at8AFswbw33vtUHjRuueTHH1js9VTzdfGbtDdDlGcRdCITl6Q_xFlE0JnotbbyGrTJHXXwmZtf6rGhfdy2LRZY3U-ZPdXxvo9txaaI/s320/IzziMudBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348384554050407954" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm only ten minutes late and Izzi is waiting the other side of the level crossing. We are aiming for Slindon, and the National Trust Gumber Farm bothy. Buoyed up by yummy cheesecake, our ride takes us via Old Scotland Lane, a long and muddy bridle path.<br /><br /><br />With two mistaken detours we eventually arrive at Slindon Campsite. But the bothy is at least three miles further on. My research has failed: both are within Slindon village boundaries and on National Trust land and I have confused them. A couple in a caravan tell us with great authority to turn right, that "it's not far at all". Hmmm. I'm exhausted and this is just the beginning of what turns out to be a nightmare.<br /><br />We eat at the George in Eartham, then, despite advice from rather lewd and patronising locals to stick to the road, we head up Stade Street, an old Roman road, now a track on the South Down's Monarch's Way, which cuts north east and mostly uphill through Eartham Wood. At first it is eerily beautiful in the dusk; owls hoot, and silvery tree trunks gleam. But as darkness falls, we realise we are LOST. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjTS2ZMxYrx0eoPjgLV-dzHhxPSp15nfhiKDm3FEn4QOlPClmQJ0lJ8-sGRP7MUsRKsF76fC_JlBGeLy5Apv6bRW63jevPDhjd9WW12rxnqr2dQJ2ZZSaHgm8iFlPPFdkibPoc1kWgvpU/s1600-h/IzziJeanForestBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjTS2ZMxYrx0eoPjgLV-dzHhxPSp15nfhiKDm3FEn4QOlPClmQJ0lJ8-sGRP7MUsRKsF76fC_JlBGeLy5Apv6bRW63jevPDhjd9WW12rxnqr2dQJ2ZZSaHgm8iFlPPFdkibPoc1kWgvpU/s400/IzziJeanForestBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348388182035535666" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We mess about with our wind-up torches, trying to cheer each other up, both loath to admit how unnerved we are. You can see why the Blair Witch Project works.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">10.30 p.m.</span><br /><br />The National Trust warden, Katie, phones and volunteers to come out and find us in her landrover. It takes her an hour, hooting her horn and phoning us, though the mobile signal fails, until we come across a cottage which serves as a landmark, and Katie and Lisa, her friend, arrive and with great efficiency and total lack of criticism, load up our bikes and baggage and drive us to the bothy. <br /><br />It is ten to midnight when we arrive, relieved not to spend a night in the forest. It is irritating that the unpleasant men in the pub turn out to be right.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-15567440382535081942009-07-16T12:06:00.003+01:002009-07-19T18:11:28.697+01:0015 June 2009 - Day 16: Into Slindon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-HBj1W-7bBA1y5RdPFD8GfVaBK5wwhSYzhE-HdinNyhYMa7UE0fndncKfkmSJm2jurlzwWPZT9miAQAmiq0wXu5UiE8UMuBdgYoSPGGMBUy38ga6BPgiRcWi8421bOiVq2_qqSLA89g/s1600-h/RedBreakfastBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-HBj1W-7bBA1y5RdPFD8GfVaBK5wwhSYzhE-HdinNyhYMa7UE0fndncKfkmSJm2jurlzwWPZT9miAQAmiq0wXu5UiE8UMuBdgYoSPGGMBUy38ga6BPgiRcWi8421bOiVq2_qqSLA89g/s320/RedBreakfastBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348566642391595010" /></a>The bothy is organised as a basic hostel, but as we are the sole inhabitants we have a room each. We start with a red breakfast, <br /><br />Then when we are cleaning layers of mud off our bikes, Katie visits from her cottage next door. She is one of very few National Trust women wardens and sometimes has to push to be taken seriously. But she is committed and hard-working; the Trust should be proud to have her. Just this weekend, she has had a scout party booking, has not only rescued us, but also a stag party from the pub nearly three miles away.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh90GZGhfO-3OxlRrmMPLiAw3UKC7e2kQ3F0d81LHwXm6T24Bj7SwI0VZ0SYRzKAig2S3p1DDGpPm2S0KByx90SX3UOp-_5obYz5GbDRFUE1rM4DfVbyZwh6e9OJJpW4iW-I57d_5igtBk/s1600-h/KatiePortraitBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh90GZGhfO-3OxlRrmMPLiAw3UKC7e2kQ3F0d81LHwXm6T24Bj7SwI0VZ0SYRzKAig2S3p1DDGpPm2S0KByx90SX3UOp-_5obYz5GbDRFUE1rM4DfVbyZwh6e9OJJpW4iW-I57d_5igtBk/s400/KatiePortraitBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348568008606735490" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">12.30 p.m.</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Total distance travelled: 6 miles</span><br /><br />Izzi needs to leave so I cycle with her to Slindon. We find a sign removed and upside down on the ground. No wonder people get lost round here. At Slindon we take some happy snaps then Izzi carries on to Arundel where she will get the train back to London.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8DIDYXDXeSl-tSlRrFdCKtjpGxDukyBP1mzKTNegDQ1UO2cBLQJwwkJ215oAAKRir_R50n2ahXkpJYgKDN947wFEmBVehTmV7Oa1MlZtZQXigtReVLP-qeard7lPykWgoreoUHRvHplk/s1600-h/IzziSlindonSignBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8DIDYXDXeSl-tSlRrFdCKtjpGxDukyBP1mzKTNegDQ1UO2cBLQJwwkJ215oAAKRir_R50n2ahXkpJYgKDN947wFEmBVehTmV7Oa1MlZtZQXigtReVLP-qeard7lPykWgoreoUHRvHplk/s200/IzziSlindonSignBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348571062186207698" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9n-FfAb7lAfbklaTTO4sTiRCKRfkYM5qEVZmwsTgwJctvJLYV1SXH3BwrgyBXF7fe66Pz3VYNtw-5WdWBavOARwwIeo5nxSc7LObxv7ncaeSfESJsSsP3sbP3I7_n9YppBo4qJAQPV0s/s1600-h/IzziJeanBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9n-FfAb7lAfbklaTTO4sTiRCKRfkYM5qEVZmwsTgwJctvJLYV1SXH3BwrgyBXF7fe66Pz3VYNtw-5WdWBavOARwwIeo5nxSc7LObxv7ncaeSfESJsSsP3sbP3I7_n9YppBo4qJAQPV0s/s200/IzziJeanBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348571058209970082" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKLSeqk3mgkjArEeyNwhpAPQfeYb-CgRwPnfMWY5It77vcv9pOSfgbUV8Qcaz0jC0Use98b-Ind4umEVqmtsE7Rv476uYhNeXxqfYNpEqeTQkCDoV9ctjt0T7SVoGo3Ec_7p6nBZEqLxk/s1600-h/IzziSlindonBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKLSeqk3mgkjArEeyNwhpAPQfeYb-CgRwPnfMWY5It77vcv9pOSfgbUV8Qcaz0jC0Use98b-Ind4umEVqmtsE7Rv476uYhNeXxqfYNpEqeTQkCDoV9ctjt0T7SVoGo3Ec_7p6nBZEqLxk/s400/IzziSlindonBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348571713736122514" /></a><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and I return to Gumber, cutting through to the Stade Street track, the Roman road which alluded us last night. At Five Ways crossroads I come across Ian and Miley who assure me I'm on the right track to the bothy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8BoYbY633mk5hNWyiTCGeDHpCIf2bEQNa2L0RP7bYz7rr8-95RnVOOPmnqi5sr8ygaUtMbKxMlDkYolkDM_NM4jlBqAN8YMhzhMWTqdr_Ihhns3f8yl6iZuDtPx6zVMkCvG3tEB7as_4/s1600-h/IanMileyBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8BoYbY633mk5hNWyiTCGeDHpCIf2bEQNa2L0RP7bYz7rr8-95RnVOOPmnqi5sr8ygaUtMbKxMlDkYolkDM_NM4jlBqAN8YMhzhMWTqdr_Ihhns3f8yl6iZuDtPx6zVMkCvG3tEB7as_4/s320/IanMileyBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348582527468865346" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqrFSwcbqAoSL5dzGurDXUgK6CDCGGRr9YLUt_6EUNmy2BkfkqOkDnY8UnCzuXyBvvglyaK7wHmRmeuiE7ZRi5Wz7lQCeIXMOIV2lAeqD2MLQytR1krhKErBqMr31xP-ASBu2hH6vlPjU/s1600-h/GumberGateBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqrFSwcbqAoSL5dzGurDXUgK6CDCGGRr9YLUt_6EUNmy2BkfkqOkDnY8UnCzuXyBvvglyaK7wHmRmeuiE7ZRi5Wz7lQCeIXMOIV2lAeqD2MLQytR1krhKErBqMr31xP-ASBu2hH6vlPjU/s320/GumberGateBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348582524154234738" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It's a treacherous narrow path uphill, with protruding tree roots and nettles, but it finally reaches the bothy, and I'm triumphant and a little less burdened by Sunday night's SHAME (Should Have Already Mastered Everything).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">8.05 p.m.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTX2SuMDRqmtrAeF8ehV2wzGngzX2ALM1chCdsH7-_0oeytnWeBqLgMRaDyNQ93V3QerGN4BHViJMHBjacjZlSlU6yIKVNzp6KiWSZxMceqroBMmbdZPE-swcRIR-qfvFLVRViwGqAAZg/s1600-h/nettlesBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTX2SuMDRqmtrAeF8ehV2wzGngzX2ALM1chCdsH7-_0oeytnWeBqLgMRaDyNQ93V3QerGN4BHViJMHBjacjZlSlU6yIKVNzp6KiWSZxMceqroBMmbdZPE-swcRIR-qfvFLVRViwGqAAZg/s200/nettlesBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348587932518527266" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw1VQLu13XSLYJLYRywzDI4Q65YrkCpA3Tx0OvxV0AgbNKs9_7shDpXYzkqOE5NZAQwY9D-J8JRP6_v0qoWlWzFy2WQMr2Uw-HqsFOalypXl5wAks_XksppwAxDT1Krja0gVGkn2ajK7o/s1600-h/P1080800.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw1VQLu13XSLYJLYRywzDI4Q65YrkCpA3Tx0OvxV0AgbNKs9_7shDpXYzkqOE5NZAQwY9D-J8JRP6_v0qoWlWzFy2WQMr2Uw-HqsFOalypXl5wAks_XksppwAxDT1Krja0gVGkn2ajK7o/s200/P1080800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348587925826622434" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijX56xoqtEPgFfg1vcxN_HHobtViSjXQxzGLNE29GQnnrFfjzSRHMWiA_UroFtMlgjdcvxFw5CCLE3o8G21Y4i6p7oLRZvvf_SWkDSQtsw_KoBskmyMXIOGva7G6UIeMg9L3Nn-NL7ZMI/s1600-h/sheepdogsBothyBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijX56xoqtEPgFfg1vcxN_HHobtViSjXQxzGLNE29GQnnrFfjzSRHMWiA_UroFtMlgjdcvxFw5CCLE3o8G21Y4i6p7oLRZvvf_SWkDSQtsw_KoBskmyMXIOGva7G6UIeMg9L3Nn-NL7ZMI/s320/sheepdogsBothyBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348588498918184706" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There are no shops for miles so I put together a meal from food people have left behind: pasta, Lloyd Grossman sauce, stale cheese and nettles foraged from the paddock nearby. It tastes wonderful and the farm dogs seem to agree as they appear from nowhere, four at one time, and wait patiently.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-87795598217473889252009-07-16T12:05:00.002+01:002009-07-19T18:13:35.746+01:0016 June 2009 - Day 17: Gumber Farm to Chichester<span style="font-weight:bold;">10.30 a.m.<br />Temperature and humidity unmeasured, wind light and westerly.<br />O.S. Explorer Maps Nos. 121/120<br />Total distance travelled by bicycle: 10 miles. More by train.</span><br /><br />Goodbye to the bothy. It's been fantastic here but I'm ready to leave.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlthzmGRGJ1hsFJu68TFIxmEmVCLCOEzdzyuQOyRjwCAsbOdHNUWbmOPc7iz1jzrUjnnsbGkjq_9gDzCMVMQhD7xU5K0-Aikz256a94qDPTWcMB4TLkYdW0kAE35aijWY5mAT6jMs7FY/s1600-h/BothyBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlthzmGRGJ1hsFJu68TFIxmEmVCLCOEzdzyuQOyRjwCAsbOdHNUWbmOPc7iz1jzrUjnnsbGkjq_9gDzCMVMQhD7xU5K0-Aikz256a94qDPTWcMB4TLkYdW0kAE35aijWY5mAT6jMs7FY/s400/BothyBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348709079761232178" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It's hot as I start off. Some sheep who missed out on available shade are cooperating as a group and tucking their heads into the shade created by each other's bodies. They're not stupid!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6xVG0ANe3cJLTdN3qovOutU2SoPYFcsNAZXleD8O3CTkInA64Rk9WaAabMeYUMsgYAgTpM9E6Qjjc_MxMIKX5dxzzUHYJcXs_jNh9p8KPkNteIyFkYQDStNhluMV2RO7LoQ761uL7-WM/s1600-h/SheepinShadowBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6xVG0ANe3cJLTdN3qovOutU2SoPYFcsNAZXleD8O3CTkInA64Rk9WaAabMeYUMsgYAgTpM9E6Qjjc_MxMIKX5dxzzUHYJcXs_jNh9p8KPkNteIyFkYQDStNhluMV2RO7LoQ761uL7-WM/s400/SheepinShadowBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348710346592868386" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Stade Street runs south west towards Chichester, and I'm an old hand on this path now. Extraordinary to think Romans travelled along it. I tuck my toga up and reach the road at the bottom in about an hour and a half.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjaKYOXvZ-GDtjs9EvLnSwJbiu1uZwLtnvOYNmkKXgDUo5ZcTkpDRS0dxSL29O3eomMInJgoLS8bV86iBgF0FkzPNaftJp9wR_snSO6EeVEmd9K6XBCNc928lzQV_oxlshF4r1VsdZ8Go/s1600-h/StadeSt1Blog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjaKYOXvZ-GDtjs9EvLnSwJbiu1uZwLtnvOYNmkKXgDUo5ZcTkpDRS0dxSL29O3eomMInJgoLS8bV86iBgF0FkzPNaftJp9wR_snSO6EeVEmd9K6XBCNc928lzQV_oxlshF4r1VsdZ8Go/s200/StadeSt1Blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348712458383382754" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9E33OefKQdpqFa1za6IjSP2vfWijxdjK9ErJZ0mZE0jHU7uwrrNlIQby8o7S0bkJLKGzCCqwl4S1gIiQg9qUIj1rwIVywUwzpVP2mGHrAg001EK27GqjX04Jtk2PA4cXNTAUXq1M8Ndg/s1600-h/FiveWaysStadeStBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9E33OefKQdpqFa1za6IjSP2vfWijxdjK9ErJZ0mZE0jHU7uwrrNlIQby8o7S0bkJLKGzCCqwl4S1gIiQg9qUIj1rwIVywUwzpVP2mGHrAg001EK27GqjX04Jtk2PA4cXNTAUXq1M8Ndg/s200/FiveWaysStadeStBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348712453165276418" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbblsQgkruSfqaDyZZkXbWVVepuFNqQM_P9t5J8mCqdxYNyIinkpL8af2aG1CCG5LWF0vmcNzxbR4vkSso9KVAVTBdbgsuj1Gz4nJb2_sBXXH2TXznRkf_8VvJ60bdvmiAA9IvGM24ldQ/s1600-h/StadeSt3Blog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbblsQgkruSfqaDyZZkXbWVVepuFNqQM_P9t5J8mCqdxYNyIinkpL8af2aG1CCG5LWF0vmcNzxbR4vkSso9KVAVTBdbgsuj1Gz4nJb2_sBXXH2TXznRkf_8VvJ60bdvmiAA9IvGM24ldQ/s200/StadeSt3Blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348712451368051906" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After an uneventful, mostly downhill ride I reach Chichester, and eat lunch, courtesy of M&S on a bench in the main shopping street. I feel like an alien. Enough, I'm due tomorrow in Eastbourne for a community event at the hospital, which requires a stressful journey with the fully-loaded bike on the train.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAUQ7ZBfxPBFLsA9kWPqvNFElHa45HK_nmoTFSiLSxcEt2E1dhNNaicmhOmTvny-j3AAVKkU1Hq0abkU29CWhnW8WGcCp_Y5BiQsECYxdv_fJeL20uw6HXNV_oSGXuU96SXFu2cPs2sk/s1600-h/BrightonStatioBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAUQ7ZBfxPBFLsA9kWPqvNFElHa45HK_nmoTFSiLSxcEt2E1dhNNaicmhOmTvny-j3AAVKkU1Hq0abkU29CWhnW8WGcCp_Y5BiQsECYxdv_fJeL20uw6HXNV_oSGXuU96SXFu2cPs2sk/s200/BrightonStatioBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348713852358101810" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPIEnA8cYIZMpyKcof67TrDvFbCbE1XtxrfEbKgcyvNF-6VtfkCijpqutA2WV21dkNXDo1lXJ0uzKb1krdSYFUwftkTlRgWuzGax2SzDsJl1J68ipdQQ-nl4a70fUz2jYWxkpqxUU05w/s1600-h/BikeonTrainBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPIEnA8cYIZMpyKcof67TrDvFbCbE1XtxrfEbKgcyvNF-6VtfkCijpqutA2WV21dkNXDo1lXJ0uzKb1krdSYFUwftkTlRgWuzGax2SzDsJl1J68ipdQQ-nl4a70fUz2jYWxkpqxUU05w/s200/BikeonTrainBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348713847354587410" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Getting the unwieldy bike off at Eastbourne is gruesome, and even worse for an older woman in a wheelchair, as people flood on. <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">6.10 p.m.</span><br /><br />The Big Sleep, where Rita has booked us two nights, is delightful - kind of retro 50s/60s in the bar, and sparse, white and functional in the bedroom - and we have a sea view from high up on the third floor. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHMQ9wNOhx4guMcjDoMNOf-df1a0waWuGilOqHoTzWZU8mp-2RcQF0QWnYYpgJX111AaA8FkQSvZur2maQUNglPPn6mrAn2IBMiIVpcZQnuwS3j7pHoUpztfHqKu7_uqPbpaJyKKik8E/s1600-h/BigSleepWindowBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHMQ9wNOhx4guMcjDoMNOf-df1a0waWuGilOqHoTzWZU8mp-2RcQF0QWnYYpgJX111AaA8FkQSvZur2maQUNglPPn6mrAn2IBMiIVpcZQnuwS3j7pHoUpztfHqKu7_uqPbpaJyKKik8E/s400/BigSleepWindowBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348715831468216082" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqDck7UPz9jeDS1VPljSskU40VvLT6EUR-RtxLHVvWeA95SxTJUDPeefSjgEEEXQ8fDjfUcfZwiZK7ZHbEc87gjfvZ9QdFElFRtQ-vih5OB_9__S4YiQzEm-hdxWEGJZZjBYssQuFkRVA/s1600-h/JeanBigSleepBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqDck7UPz9jeDS1VPljSskU40VvLT6EUR-RtxLHVvWeA95SxTJUDPeefSjgEEEXQ8fDjfUcfZwiZK7ZHbEc87gjfvZ9QdFElFRtQ-vih5OB_9__S4YiQzEm-hdxWEGJZZjBYssQuFkRVA/s320/JeanBigSleepBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348716374175938498" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After nights in tents I can't believe I'm somewhere so nice yet cheap, which requires more photographs just to believe it's real.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-7226218709162717302009-07-16T12:03:00.001+01:002009-07-16T15:19:52.607+01:0017 June 2009 - Day 18: Eastbourne District General Hospital - Balloon event<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvZIw5t3WwNeoQC4tHZlCCUqGPbf4B_aWDC3optuqHNmitmJV22EZuetfGMFXnei2xEjjDt1AdwVGi21UZfeMB78uSkcLUkeTl-wP47hI_HSjmwbAKeGptslptWM436spH6Amhv0KsrMM/s1600-h/BalloonLungsBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvZIw5t3WwNeoQC4tHZlCCUqGPbf4B_aWDC3optuqHNmitmJV22EZuetfGMFXnei2xEjjDt1AdwVGi21UZfeMB78uSkcLUkeTl-wP47hI_HSjmwbAKeGptslptWM436spH6Amhv0KsrMM/s320/BalloonLungsBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348738143135190642" /></a><br /> It is Breathe Easy Week. Breathe Easy groups are the British Lung Foundation's support network for patients with lung disease; they exist around the country, but so far there isn't one at Eastbourne, despite requests from patients. <br /><br /><br />My own group, <a href="http://breatheasycanterbury.blogspot.com/">Breathe Easy Canterbury and District</a>, are hoping to draw attention to this absence with this event. We have pioneered making community balloon sculptures in health settings to raise awareness of lung disease. It's a great way to begin to discuss lung health and the need for support.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Penny Jones from <a href="www.esht.nhs.uk/art/">Arts in Healthcare</a> at the East Sussex Hospitals Trust has worked with Hannah from the British Lung Foundation to set up this event as part of my journey and it turns out to be very successful.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuEsZtuyOS7eYcDTjpKMabDmgyX60ztCjfvAQP5wqoRJjspyTiFYxZ2hKTvpSZsstuqJQMTQE-_zmD_BUMGA2P1I1vFJdRPajwwkq6KbfnX4IAhJ6JcdG-lY4hG06xmcGuL6btJ9KbWJI/s1600-h/BEtomHannahBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuEsZtuyOS7eYcDTjpKMabDmgyX60ztCjfvAQP5wqoRJjspyTiFYxZ2hKTvpSZsstuqJQMTQE-_zmD_BUMGA2P1I1vFJdRPajwwkq6KbfnX4IAhJ6JcdG-lY4hG06xmcGuL6btJ9KbWJI/s400/BEtomHannahBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348735525728814962" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Three members of BE Canterbury arrive - Joan, Carol and Tom who fixed my puncture at the start of the journey. Together with Hannah, Penny and Rita who arrived earlier this morning, we all work with patients and staff to build a set of "community lungs".<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6yncJPIwes78OLYwyru2rzw8tEdq-7b7yko5DtIaxEzG0V3h8cU2FoS2TMgMcVRCykvh6e3BtOzjBaKX8A7kOvwS9YdFt359fO9B8Ik2RX7cHxIKa-9N6oO9Hw_xqqqk48ehLmDOogq4/s1600-h/PatientBlowsBalloonBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6yncJPIwes78OLYwyru2rzw8tEdq-7b7yko5DtIaxEzG0V3h8cU2FoS2TMgMcVRCykvh6e3BtOzjBaKX8A7kOvwS9YdFt359fO9B8Ik2RX7cHxIKa-9N6oO9Hw_xqqqk48ehLmDOogq4/s200/PatientBlowsBalloonBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348930056299911026" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS1PxQco8HEHwcihkJcS_P_gw1nTiFs6QFIqkm8OEppa4YVP6cSK_rRVI0kRKPN3kaKMLbHg5TbEWj0FMNI-jSCcgqPZAyIzaNw96aXtDbiuFOAK0CxPgV31C2sWEF0irg_A3cpjN3SDo/s1600-h/StaffBlowsBalloonsBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS1PxQco8HEHwcihkJcS_P_gw1nTiFs6QFIqkm8OEppa4YVP6cSK_rRVI0kRKPN3kaKMLbHg5TbEWj0FMNI-jSCcgqPZAyIzaNw96aXtDbiuFOAK0CxPgV31C2sWEF0irg_A3cpjN3SDo/s200/StaffBlowsBalloonsBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348930049262101474" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpT0vbnkTn2uWDo7A0bSjvpIVzmwtstuOVIjfshXaa1M88WqQ6Pkjqrjw2A0jGO7VOaxS16HL_3lVs9l1nR1JhJ__mbrFl-c-saPL4JaAWhWVcFHUUo2KhNvuBFcQknH35ELESWSU4Eqw/s1600-h/EDGHconsultantsBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpT0vbnkTn2uWDo7A0bSjvpIVzmwtstuOVIjfshXaa1M88WqQ6Pkjqrjw2A0jGO7VOaxS16HL_3lVs9l1nR1JhJ__mbrFl-c-saPL4JaAWhWVcFHUUo2KhNvuBFcQknH35ELESWSU4Eqw/s200/EDGHconsultantsBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348931405826828914" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />The respiratory physiotherapists visit, as do two consultants, who all spend time discussing service provision for their patients.<br /><br /><br />Penny Jones, who has done so much to maker this event happen, spends time talking to the smoking cessation officer, Jeanette (left). And during the day, we have a visit from Holly, who has stopped smoking six days ago, kicking a fifty a day habit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6-9qWze6gdIvqD-tJx1-ePg3bJVYVt0oX4A2P4MFtqi9B-Y8SEs4cuN5svB2qfcGV7e4s3CKeZeKyJ-E9LBEwgTMndHkSizsmppbyXIGJ0doZdeoRnPZ4sWixXdojFkym63zwkxOZCfw/s1600-h/JeanetteSmokgCessBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6-9qWze6gdIvqD-tJx1-ePg3bJVYVt0oX4A2P4MFtqi9B-Y8SEs4cuN5svB2qfcGV7e4s3CKeZeKyJ-E9LBEwgTMndHkSizsmppbyXIGJ0doZdeoRnPZ4sWixXdojFkym63zwkxOZCfw/s320/JeanetteSmokgCessBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348932050555769682" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Shirley and Hanley arrive; they have previously enquired about an Eastbourne Breathe Easy group. They pose with us for our group photo at the end of the event.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8E6E9RjjJgo1HVVaIWZP-PR5tPxFFZM-4IdEuN-Vq_AaR-ldffgM8KDS7hNi2eJTO1Ebg1gmJruHK2gCksp_HvgDKN8oeHz_1DhqoTEJaxS6ffnyktBwUdqc8cKiDrrKOI06GULMBva4/s1600-h/BEballoonEDGHBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8E6E9RjjJgo1HVVaIWZP-PR5tPxFFZM-4IdEuN-Vq_AaR-ldffgM8KDS7hNi2eJTO1Ebg1gmJruHK2gCksp_HvgDKN8oeHz_1DhqoTEJaxS6ffnyktBwUdqc8cKiDrrKOI06GULMBva4/s400/BEballoonEDGHBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348934384040346770" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />In showing solidarity with lung disease patients in the Eastbourne area, we members of Breathe Easy Canterbury hope we have demonstrated the urgent need for social support here too. With thanks to all the hospital's respiratory staff who visited our event, and to Penny Jones of Arts in Healthcare, based within East Sussex Hospitals Trust, for all her hard work. <br /><br />Penny has also booked and installed "Drawing Breath Recycled: Maps and Journeys" - the group multi-media exhibition about breathing and my previous coastal journey - within the outpatients area of the hospital, and it is here until the end of August.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947445451931235052.post-6234543779917627902009-07-16T12:02:00.002+01:002009-07-19T08:42:47.400+01:0018 June 2009 - Day 19: Eastbourne - tourists in town<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxT4lpAoBRVYeAJmJQr0flq0kjv-rvbegQgYn70s012LNbxhZYewctP00ax4XirQ4Gh5gAw_PDflGkNIC-XQBwBUC2Np_Y3uBo2mGUJZDPRKIDE6RCd2WP_YSVp5JvOiQcXZp0R_Xjgdw/s1600-h/BigSleepVasesBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxT4lpAoBRVYeAJmJQr0flq0kjv-rvbegQgYn70s012LNbxhZYewctP00ax4XirQ4Gh5gAw_PDflGkNIC-XQBwBUC2Np_Y3uBo2mGUJZDPRKIDE6RCd2WP_YSVp5JvOiQcXZp0R_Xjgdw/s320/BigSleepVasesBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348954092205965170" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The hotel is packed with women of all ages who have come to see the Eastbourne Tennis Tournament, which is mixed for the first year ever, having previously failed to attract sufficient sponsorship.<br />We have another large, carb-loaded breakfast in the hotel, untroubled by any deadlines or schedules. Then, interspersed with blogging, we wander this end of town.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD_-qRV2Z0BiaXCFRJWKdLjg4KmNnREdKmOW_z6b7jsXvYFfWY9vCm2bt3BWtK-VnMBVqeTWePpozKEItTQZfHJ2DOylOOFwlh4KeqxhF8op070Im8kclrLwu2oBaplgvuqKslyJgCavY/s1600-h/StudentsPierBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD_-qRV2Z0BiaXCFRJWKdLjg4KmNnREdKmOW_z6b7jsXvYFfWY9vCm2bt3BWtK-VnMBVqeTWePpozKEItTQZfHJ2DOylOOFwlh4KeqxhF8op070Im8kclrLwu2oBaplgvuqKslyJgCavY/s400/StudentsPierBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348947152029950994" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After witnessing a nasty Hitchcock moment on the way back (these seagulls are truly scary) . . . . .<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU_Pr9woKgwCq5Gad3YglNJiHTbrZOPqTVO-IVqSvExF01zuaTiXhbNknok5KIOu2F2DB_2XgIig5vby9n18yc8M8NugSAt4lQc14dOa5tzSjPCSq4Ufe9m4NVwCWdztqiWosQGqHXelE/s1600-h/HitchcockSeagullsBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU_Pr9woKgwCq5Gad3YglNJiHTbrZOPqTVO-IVqSvExF01zuaTiXhbNknok5KIOu2F2DB_2XgIig5vby9n18yc8M8NugSAt4lQc14dOa5tzSjPCSq4Ufe9m4NVwCWdztqiWosQGqHXelE/s400/HitchcockSeagullsBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348948417120201394" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />. . . . . and knitting duo, Yvonne and Ted, who are here for two weeks . . . . .<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4uxypDywa-X9ZwnStHf_cHCN_KgPNOFOalBF9sTAFaDo1cYChh8ofDnNF7ALBYhkNVug8IHaus_Q4OVOOACvFpnuELX5l-p-OBP6FlFlHtLP_LDi6JlnLG70BXyfjYDI_AQ_c5VXHKo/s1600-h/KnittersBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4uxypDywa-X9ZwnStHf_cHCN_KgPNOFOalBF9sTAFaDo1cYChh8ofDnNF7ALBYhkNVug8IHaus_Q4OVOOACvFpnuELX5l-p-OBP6FlFlHtLP_LDi6JlnLG70BXyfjYDI_AQ_c5VXHKo/s400/KnittersBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348958334968274146" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />. . . . . we retreat to the Wishtower Restaurant which has a wonderful location on the edge of the cliff just by a Martello tower. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZHPwhNdPILuh0nXSJGYCQT2R4_-ombNaSbgDBDJDM9KP1QBAOkc7M1m5fuvUHoQjH1zLr0PWGjU1fIL24KloKsu6TRQShZoGnUvhuf4dVfVGLLnvGu_GwCNmb_MZP1aG4uvRd83Rkls/s1600-h/WishTowerRestoBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZHPwhNdPILuh0nXSJGYCQT2R4_-ombNaSbgDBDJDM9KP1QBAOkc7M1m5fuvUHoQjH1zLr0PWGjU1fIL24KloKsu6TRQShZoGnUvhuf4dVfVGLLnvGu_GwCNmb_MZP1aG4uvRd83Rkls/s400/WishTowerRestoBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348951447459111522" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nZePRtkKMI7BWz-Tino0G80bIqGpuYDRM7uZ4ZA5IxYN9o8mvll5T1kd4Osu-flmQQUDT3GMHXmy_u_2W3HFURxcmYy25cETNjbh7tFwiJhBvqszCKH_Bu4H0iVk9HzN3JQHzVg1_q4/s1600-h/LisaCashierBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nZePRtkKMI7BWz-Tino0G80bIqGpuYDRM7uZ4ZA5IxYN9o8mvll5T1kd4Osu-flmQQUDT3GMHXmy_u_2W3HFURxcmYy25cETNjbh7tFwiJhBvqszCKH_Bu4H0iVk9HzN3JQHzVg1_q4/s320/LisaCashierBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348951948742852994" /></a>Cashier Lisa tells us that the council want to demolish and redevelop the site. But why? It could do with a lick of paint certainly, but it serves basic good value food and has spectacular views. But sold to a developer, it would fetch a huge price. The back of Lisa's tee-shirt says REFURBISH NOT DEMOLISH, a useful mantra for these grasping and eco-bashing times.<br /><br /><br />Before returning to the hotel, we re-visit the Towner Gallery, whose ground floor has been turned into a corporate exhibition space for the Eastbourne Tennis tournament, and a ticketing and entrance arena for the courts behind it. Sadly the tennis has replaced a wonderful exhibition where professional artists worked with school children to produce creative and challenging work.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_WNKlDhgwd_mmvhB43nt_Opnd21nt2a1t-7m1vsnK9xmYTVb2d4V18ZLuy9nzpys04YCT9RKxDkJhWlODckpJZ_MSwz8Wu3KtqGFkg2VWYnaBsTc8Oj3QyK6FS8E5lKGXvEW8SY38wPM/s1600-h/duskBigSleepBlog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_WNKlDhgwd_mmvhB43nt_Opnd21nt2a1t-7m1vsnK9xmYTVb2d4V18ZLuy9nzpys04YCT9RKxDkJhWlODckpJZ_MSwz8Wu3KtqGFkg2VWYnaBsTc8Oj3QyK6FS8E5lKGXvEW8SY38wPM/s400/duskBigSleepBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348953524348756706" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com