November 30th was bright and dry so the intrepid three set off to walk from East Dean to Eastbourne along the cliff top. Last time we tried it rained so hard that we were soaked through to our underwear, largely due to the wicking effect of trousers, drawing water up and under our waterproof jackets.
Beautiful in the sunshine, and stunningly cold in the shade. A grand walk as far as the Beachy Head pub, getting close to Chapman’s Bottom (sorry Steve) and Crapham’s Bottom.
Halves of Bateman’s Autumn Fall (containing barley, oats, wheat and rye) and Sunny Republic’s (of Dorset) Huna Red (containing real hibiscus flowers) were consumed before we set out for the long downhill to Eastbourne Old Town and the Lamb.
In this Harveys house we had Harvey’s Old and Best, and a darts player apologised to us for using the F-word. I assumed he meant Fullers.