The weather forecast (provided by George Newberry) prooved to be correct as it was a glorious if slightly blustery day to follow the hellish walk of the day previous. The distance was likewise not so great at 14 miles or so.
The views were also great, once we passed through the unfeasibly large golf club at Pyecombe and stopped at the Jack and Jill windmills! Overlooking such notable villages as Westmeston and Plumpton it all felt a little quaint compared to the day previous, although climbing up to the Ditchling Beacon was quite an effort. Eventually we descended in the early afternoon just to the east of Lewes and decided to walk to have a look at Brighton's new stadium at Falmer.
Let me tell you, it may appear all nice and sparkling on the pictures but the stadium is depressingly inaccessible for walkers. It is plunked right down next to the fairly anonymous University of Sussex and smacks of 'out of down' anonymity. All things considered we couldn't wait to get away from Falmer and into a real town, Lewes.
The B&B in the Cliffe area was beautiful and the town was a revelation. Had a wonderful meal at the Snowdrop Inn and left before the Morris Dancing was getting going. Had a fantastic pint of the local Harveys 'Olympia' in the John Harvey Tavern, a good drop in the Gardener's Arms and a few more in the Lewes Arms with one of Craig's friends from British Sea Power. Then back to the John Harvey Tavern for a night cap to a local band (pretty much just a saxophone and a blues-type singer). Lewes is a wonderfully preserved little town with a brewery, a history of radicalism and an obsession with celebrating the burning to death of Catholic traitors. In short it's a place I could easily retire too. End of Day 6.
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