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The Legend of King Harold’s Final Journey

2015 will see the walk between Battle Abbey and Bosham completed ready to write up and present to the world.

It will be King Harold’s Final Journey, a walk of 85 miles across the breadth of Sussex following a route between Saxon villages and along Roman roads, by rivers that meander gently or have enough power as they fall from the High Weald to power the furnaces and forges. 765 more words

1066 Harold's Way The Final Journey

Why settle for second best when choosing your accommodation?

MY FIRST memories of camping go back a fair few years when I spent the summer holidays touring sites in Dorset and around the West Country with my parents and two brothers. 652 more words

Simon Says...

The Lanes - Bo Peep Bostal

You won’t find yourself here by accident, you seek this place out. Maybe when you set off from home you didn’t plan to come here but somewhere along the way you make a decision to ride up here. 702 more words

Birding with John - a Shrike and a Finch

It was an afternoon I will always remember; for in a birder’s life there are days when you see nowt but a woodpigeon, and then there are days – days few and far between – when you see birds that make your eyeballs fall out and explode. 972 more words

Birds

The Lanes - Along the Cuckmere Valley

It has three names – Litlington Road, Chapel Hill and The Street (either side of Chapel Hill) – but is one continuous strip of tarmac. Running along the Cuckmere River valley from the Seven Sister visitor centre at Exceat to Wilmington, it transfers your ride from where the South Downs meet the sea inland to the Low Weald: A gap in the hills, atween the cliffs and the flatlands. 914 more words

Cowden to Ashurst - Toubkal Reunion

13,5 km – with Nora and Prasana.

Catching up time with our friend Nora, whom we met on our Toubkal trek in Morocco. Well… 10000 words probably weren’t enough to talk about our adventures, experiences and impressions. 326 more words

Hiking

The Lanes - Spithandle Lane

On a late summers evening I’ve chased my shadow home along here. In the depths of winter I’ve entered one end of the lane in drizzle with a bunch of riders only to emerge from the other end, two and a half miles later, in snow and having lost one of our mini-peleton somewhere along the way. 552 more words