The detailed route follows this descriptive narrative.
Worthing, Cissbury Ring and Brighton 16-18 Dec 2000
I had a days leave to use up before the New Year, so we thought a few days by the sea would be the perfect antidote to Christmas shopping.
We met up on Friday night at Louises sisters home in Surrey and drove down the next day on the A283, stopping in Chiddingfold at the Crown Inn. This old early Tudor Inn has a huge fireplace and lovely timbered rooms. The menu is good and some excellent beers are kept, including Badgers Best bitter. An assortment of newspapers is left for customers use.
The nearby Swan used to be owned by a married couple and did very good food, including a great dish of lamb shank. I cant say the place is the same now.
The Winterton Arms is OK too, but not as civilised as the Crown.
The rest of the drive was delightful, passing through Petworth, Pulborough and close to Parham Place. There is still quite a bit of flooding evident in low lying areas, but none encroaching on the road.
We got to Worthing by mid afternoon only to find "No Vacancies" outside all the B&B guesthouses and Hotels. Talk about "No room at the Inn." We checked, it was definitely not Bethlehem. The B&B we have stayed with before did not seem to be there any more either. Presently a man walking two dogs came by and he asked if we were looking for accommodation. He had a B&B himself and apparently the owners of the other one have ceased to trade.
The B&B was fine and comfortable, much better than a stable, but oddly enough, also had "No Vacancies" outside, despite being completely empty. I guess most landlords want to clear their rooms before Christmas.
It was a clear, almost frosty evening and we mixed with the shoppers in the town centre. Worthing has quite a number of shops for its size.
We polished off the night at Nooris, a very good Indian restaurant with a traditional and innovative menu, including duck with oranges and Cointreau and some fairly hot dishes. We had a bottle of Jacobs Creek Grenache Shiraz, which went well with the curries. At £10.99, it was reasonable value.
We had a good quiet night and after a hearty breakfast, drove to nearby Findon village. From Findon, we walked to Cissbury Ring, a prehistoric hill fort of some 65 acres and an the inner defensive ring of over 1 mile in circumference. The builders used animal antlers, wooden spades and animal shoulder blades for shovels.
Building on the fort started before 300BC and has been refortified during later periods, including the Roman. Within and around the fort are a large number of flint mines dating back some 3000 years. This was one of the most important and oldest flint mining areas in Britain. The quality is high and examples of Cissbury flint have been found as far away as the Eastern Mediterranean. Some 250 pits are within the fort.
The fort commands views over Beachy Head, the Isle of Wight and the Sussex Weald.
Walking here is not as glutinous as elsewhere in the south this year. The chalk downs drain very quickly and even in winter are no problem to walk on. Below the fort, we skirted its boundary along a woodland path, taking us just over one of the numerous Sussex dew-ponds.
A little further on, dozens of pheasants fed in the field below and we saw a pure albino cock pheasant . It ran to the fence and flew over it, followed by his harem of naturally coloured hens.
Although it was cold and dry, the sky was somewhat opaque, giving a pale, watery light, reminiscent of J.M.W Turners watercolours. Everywhere, the countryside was bathed in layers of soft pastels.
Once on the South Downs Way, we had a grand vista of downs, valleys, the Ring and the sea beyond. It is a very different outlook to a summers day and has subtler charms, but these things have to be experienced to be understood.
The homeward stretch is a long way downhill and we spotted three roe deer on a neighbouring hillside, feeding in the half-light of the waning afternoon.
There is a wine bar/café in Findon, which is open all day throughout the year, even on Sunday evenings. It does some reasonable meals and teas or coffee. It was full and doing a good trade. Otherwise, the Village House pub is open all day too. The Gun Inn nearby is open for standard pub hours.
As I may have mentioned before, once we find a good restaurant, Louise is reluctant to try anywhere else, so we went back to Nooris for the evening meal. The food was very good again and we chose a Californian red wine this time. It was good, but not quite in the same league as the Jacobs Creek from the night before.
The next day we intended to walk close to the Devils Dyke, but thick mist and persistent rain changed our minds. A wander around "The Lanes" in Brighton seemed a more sensible prospect. The Lanes has a character of its own, with small shops, galleries, restaurants, pubs and wine bars in narrow streets and tiny open squares.
There is a real avant-garde atmosphere, contrasting with Brightons more staid and formal persona.
Not by design, we discovered that Brighton had been granted city status that afternoon.
There was no noticeable change in the air or any obvious signs of celebration, but it is an odd feeling visiting a town and leaving it a city.
As a parting shot, we visited the fish market, by the Fishermens Museum below the promenade and bought two freshly caught plaice. They were full of eggs, but that didnt spoil them too much.
The drive back home was a bit hairy. The rain was bad enough, but the back-roads through heath and woodland were covered in thick swirling mist, the kind you see in horror movies. Visibility was down to a couple of dozen metres and I wouldnt have been surprised to see Frankenstein trying to thumb a lift. He would have had to carry on trying, because we didnt have any room in the car.
Despite the conditions. we reached home in good time and with no mishaps.
The Route:
Map: Ordnance Survey Explorer Map 121
Distance: 6 miles
Start: The Post Office or the Village House pub, Findon village, West Sussex.
Ref: TQ122088
Turn right along the Monarchs Way and proceed uphill until you meet the South Downs Way.