On Saturday morning, we went for a walk in Woods Mill in all the frost (map). Woods mill is lovely and peaceful at the best of times, but it was absolutely magical in all the frost.
Sadly, we didn’t get too spend too long there as Amelia got quite chilly, despite being wrapped up in enough layers to make the michelin man look thin.
Last night, we went on a nice little walk. It was basically taking the old railway route from Hove to the Dyke. Of course, most of the walk was simply getting to the beginning of the (now disused) railway line. It was probably around 6 or 7 miles in total.
The weather was incredibly foggy all the way. It was really surprising to come back towards Brighton and see nothing. Only when I got a bit closer could you even begin to see the lights on the A27.
Yesterday we walked around Bewl Water. It was around 12 miles in total. We were certainly feeling our feet by the end of it. There was quite a bit of road on the walk, but that didn’t stop there from being lots of birds and other wildlife.
Of course the walk was greatly assisted by a slap up meal in the middle at the Bull Inn. I had bangers and mash and got a heck of shock when I saw the size of the dish it was served on. But very tasty anyway, even if I couldn’t finish it all.
I’d like to go back and cycle around the same track. I reckon that would be a nice gentle ride. Far easier than walking for sure!
The chilly weather is still bringing us more snow even when it seemed like it was over. Today it’s been wet, slushy snow, but somebody still managed to make a snowman. We managed to grit the driveway instead.
Anyway, it being wet and cold, we had to go for a walk. We walked to Devil’s Dyke which turned out to be further than we thought (previously we had only cycled) and extremely chilly in certain exposed parts of the walk. But the sheer joy of tramping through fresh snow was worth it.
At Devils Dyke, the pub was closed, which is a Good Thing considering the quality of that particular establishment. There were several cars present having a very hard time keeping control in the slush.
Last Sunday we went walking up Mount Caburn near Lewes. The snow was much better there. More powdery and it was a lovely sunny day (well, when the snow wasn’t falling). It would have been perfect ski resort snow.
Despite all the walking, I’m rearing to get back on my bicycle; it’s been far too long already.
Jabbering Giraffe 