Certainly the car I was in was travelling slightly underprepared compared to Gomshall. This time we headed south on M23 / A23 before realising, (a) we didn’t know where we were going (b) both a GPS and our only map were in the boot.
Miraculously we arrived at The Plough in time for a pint of Harveys.
Birthday boy Mark led us up Wolstonbury Hill where a clear evening led to extensive views, heated debate as to the exact position of Burgess Hill, the Leith Hill / North Downs debate and even woke the InTouch on-call phone from peaceful slumber.
West down the hill and then across the flatlands towards, Poynings where we enjoyed the quintessential English village sound of leather on willow. The pub looked good as well so don’t be surprised if we return.
A short, sharp, shock climb led us up The South Downs but, again, blessed us with spectacular views and, most importantly, a pint of Timmy Taylor’s at The Devils Dyke Pub. I’m glad to report that the temptation to get the bus back down into Brighton was resisted by all and sundry.
Homeward bound past Devils Dyke, through Saddlescombe and over Cow Down, a hot air balloon joining us along the way. The lagging Neill and Roy found a controversial short-cut across the A23 to summit at The Plough bar first. (Conversation in central reservation; Neill: Is this legal? Roy: Well, it’s not a motorway.)
I know we’re not finished yet, but gets my vote for Plod Of The Year. Great views, challenging climb, a pub half way round and it started a flurry of internet research into both conventional and funicular railways.