Venturing out into an eerie uncertain future, starting at Newhaven, we were faced with open space and sea.
We Walked from Newhaven to Cuckmere Haven. Newhaven is an old port town, from there you can take a ferry which crosses the channel daily, over to Dieppe in France.
As we got to Newhaven Port we came across some very serious looking building work and thought it must be something to do with the ferry service.There is little else there, it is a rundown, industrial port, but I’m sure that is set to change. I often have to travel to France, and this route might be an option.
It wasn’t long before we were at the sea.
I’m enjoying browsing through the collins complete guide to British Wild Flowers too, it is one of my book choices from last year. See my Reading section
I had to do a double-take here, as from afar I thought it was a monument, the ball of wool is loose with the scissors in the middle!
Cuckmere where the river meets the sea.
We walked onwards up to Seaford Point, where we came across a man playing the bagpipes, which is somewhat unusual.!
More usual and not something I was pleased to see was golfers playing up on Seaford Point. I will say no more on that subject for now.
After our climb to the top, We then headed down to Cuckmere Haven. At this point, you see The coastguard cottages facing the seven Sisters.
This was an important place for smuggling many years ago. Now it is a few walkers, appreciating the scenery. On this occasion, I gave the Seven Sisters a miss. It is a walk I have done on many occasions but just didn’t feel up to it.
Instead, I spent more time exploring the Cuckmere nature reserve. We saw wild birds such as the grey heron; as well as spring bunnies hopping over the fields surrounding the valley.
Apart from the wind blowing on our face the day out was a well needed welcome escape from the Corona Virus nightmare.
I only once tried to cross the foot of the river from Cuckmere beach up to Seaford side The tide was going out, & the water was deceptively fast.
I was leading a group at the time and we had walked down from the Seven Sisters and decided to try the river crossing. We endured walking on loads of stones with fast gushing water whipping our calves, making us lose our balance, stumbling on foot with the stones piercing under our feet, ouch!.
That was a tough crossing. I have yet to find out what time of day is best to cross! I guess I have to study the tides!! is there no end to my learning?
Returning to London, ‘gas masks’ in hand, made for a strange journey back. Lockdown has released some scary demons but at the same time, reminded me how to slow down and keep it real.
Until next time, keep on keeping on, however you can.