Devil's Dyke

Yesterday Ali, Wendy and I went to Devil's Dyke, which is a wonderful National Trust park in the South Downs. If you know what the Downs are, great, because I cannot explain to you why something that seems to be tall is called something low.

It is not very far away from Brighton so we hopped into the car and bombed over there. There were a lot of other people milling about and quite a few people in hang gliders, which was really cool. However, once you get out the parking lot, the world sort of falls away. We were gently strolling along, gassing away and killing ourselves laughing when, without discussing it, we start to descend into England's largest dry valley. Legend has it that the Devil dug the valley to drown the parishioners of the Weald. I didn't know this going in...



It was all very beautiful until we reached the proverbial fork in the road. Somehow I took over from here. Yes, no sense of direction Sue. Yes, the same woman that when asked to lead to the ocean, promptly started trekking up hill - on a tiny Greek island! Anyhoo, I actually did alright. But only because I think all the trails eventually lead to the same place - straight back up the bloody huge hill. There were built-in steps and when we reached the first rest stop we noted that we didn't know whether we were 1/3, 1/2 or 2/3 of the way up, but sorrowfully agreed that it was most likely only 1/3. We weren't wrong.

But it was worth it! And the perfect justification for going to Bill's for lunch in Lewes. And ordering Bill's large salad seem to further justify indulging in a lovely dessert afterwards. OMG - it was all I could do to stay awake after that. I had a banana about 10pm for dinner...