Adur and Downs near Shoreham

Started last Thursday really well with a two and a half mile walk in 40 minutes to meet Peter Powell. We caught a Coastliner bus to Shoreham for coffee and walk.  Went to the Ropetackle for coffee and a sausage roll and used the time to plan a route.  Up the west side of the river Adur, then cross it beyond the cement works and climb the Downs on the South Downs Way before heading back to Shoreham partly through the local nature reserve on the slopes of the valley overlooking the Adur.  Beer to follow, perhaps?

We encountered a significant scar across the valley and learnt that it is the route of burial of cables to carry the power from the forthcoming offshore windfarm through to the electricity substation slightly NE of Henfield.


This is high on the Downs east of the Adur, looking northwards along the scar.


And this is from nearby, looking south across Shoreham airport and out to just a few the offshore ‘studs’, each of which will support a turbine tower, some three miles out.

As we approached the town, on a tarmac road, we noticed that many of the vehicles we stepped aside for where shiny new black or white 4x4s with tinted rear windows, mainly driven by youngish blonde women.  Towards the bottom of the hill houses began to appear, and this scene came into view.  The shiny 4×4 is the tractor and child carrier of choice hereabouts.


We made our way to the ancient church of St Nicolas where I wanted to look at a Coadestone monument.  This is a cast (or cast and further incised) material which was then dried and fired to create artificial stone designs of great detail.  many around the nation are still in excellent condition, this one is a bit curate’s egg-ish.  But here is a good bit:


The bigger bird is about 4 inches long.  Elsewhere we spotted a gravestone marking the burial of Lydia Yavorska, Princess Bariatinsky, the wife of John Pollock.  She died in 1921 and the gravestone looks like its date.  But the surface is not wearing as well as the Coadestone of 107 years earlier.


After a pint of Downlands Root 13 in the adjacent Red Lion we walked into Shoreham for a jar of Long man APA in the Old Star, then caught a bus into Brighton, from which we spotted this rainbow, with its crock of gold apparently in a gas fired power station – so much for renewables.


We had time for a couple of halves in the Evening Star.  Northern Mark’s True North (a little too malty for my taste), Kissingate’s Black Cherry mild (very sweet but pleasant) and Siren’s Vermont Tea Party (pale sour and lemony – enjoyed it).

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