Day 171 – West Wittering Beach to Prinsted: 13.8m: 5.2h

For the third trip running, we have breakfast issues. On this occasion, the Travelodge does provide breakfast which John has booked for each room….without realising that it’s a “takeaway breakfast” which is a bag containing cereal, milk (complete with disposable bowl and spoon), pain au chocolat, flapjack and carton of orange juice. Following what may have been unnecessarily protracted discussions last night, John, Mike and Gary leave the Travelodge at 7 o’clock for a more substantial brekker (bacon and sausage sarnies and cups of coffee) at the local Greggs on East Street, with Mike and Gary having first collected those elements of the Travelodge offering which are easily consumable on the hoof. Helen and Ben stay in their rooms for another half an hour, complete with takeaway bags, and the team reconvenes outside the Travelodge at 7:45 to meet a cab which John has ordered. The cab leaves without going along North Street, so we don’t complete the full set of the four directional thoroughfares in Chichester. We get back to West Wittering and set off from the end of the beach car park at 8:15. It’s another warm and bright day starting with 3 miles north along the east side of the Chichester Channel, one of several channels running off Chichester Harbour. It’s a gorgeous start to the day with the path running partly on the shoreline and partly through wooded areas as far as West Itchenor. Here we take a short ferry ride across the Chichester Channel to continue alongside the Bosham Channel to the very attractive Bosham Quay. Once around the quay, we have to take a short inland diversion to get past a boatyard before returning to the water’s edge and reaching the northern end of the channel at the A259 road. We’ve now covered almost 8 miles and Helen turns right to go to Bosham station, hoping that the dwindling battery in her key fob will still grant her access to the car, and with several very clear and helpful pieces of advice on what to do if it doesn’t! The rest of us turn left to start the remaining 5 miles or so to Prinsted where Helen plans to meet us. It’s only a short walk along the main road before we’re able to turn off and go south to complete our circuit of the Bosham Channel. It’s also only a short period of time which elapses before we hear from Helen that, thankfully, she’s managed to get into the car. We reach the end of the channel at Cobnor Point, but then have a 180 degree turn to start our circuit of the next inlet, the Thorney Channel. This borders a marshland nature reserve where another short inland diversion is required along a low grass embankment. We reach the northern end of this channel to the south of Nutbourne and we then have about a mile to reach a car park by the Prinsted scout hut where Helen is waiting for us. Mike, Ben and Gary are traveling home from Southbourne station which is only a 15 minute walk away, but are dropped off at a more convenient location from which to get there (the Traveller’s Joy pub) by Helen and John as they start their journey back to Gloucestershire. There have been a few train cancellations today, but they don’t cause too much inconvenience. After a leisurely beer, we catch a train to Chichester where there’s enough time to buy sandwiches before a service to Victoria arrives. As has become customary, Ben and Gary alight at Clapham and Mike is able to get across London from Victoria to catch a slightly earlier train than his planned (and now cancelled) service from St Pancras to Nottingham. Overall, a result.

Day 170 – Church Norton to West Wittering Beach: 15.7m: 5.7h

John again travels to Sussex by car with Helen. As happened last time, they park at a station which is on a line to our day 1 meeting point and which is also on the route of our day 2 walk. On this trip, the station is at Bosham where they have a bit of a chat with the station master (is that still the correct job title?) who clearly enjoys looking after both his station and his customers. A seven minute train journey gets them to Chichester where they have time to secure a cab before Mike, Ben and Gary arrive from Victoria/Clapham a few minutes later. In fashion news, Ben is sporting a support bandage around one of his knees which doesn’t prove to be a major hindrance. We’re back in the church yard at Church Norton shortly after 11 o’clock and, in bright and warm conditions, set off again along the west side of Pagham Harbour to Selsey and around Selsey Bill itself. The coastal path sticks pretty close to the shoreline – which is very welcome given that most of the beach continues to be shingle. We continue north west towards East Wittering but, after a couple of miles, have to move inland to get round a series of creeks and area of marshland. This takes 90 minutes or so. The path away from the coast can best be described as meandering, but the route back is far more direct and we regain the coast just to the east of Bracklesham beach at around 3 o’clock. The tide is out and so, having crossed a narrow strip of shingle, we’re able to spend the next hour walking next to the sea along hard sand, past East Wittering and on towards the beach car park outside West Wittering. There’s a short spit of land beyond the car park which it is unanimously agreed that we can – and therefore should – walk around, although Helen leaves us at this point to walk into West Wittering with a view to finding a pub where the rest of us can meet her and from where we can call for a cab to take us to our overnight stop, the Travelodge in Chichester. Unfortunately, all Helen’s efforts prove to be wasted. The only pub she can find is closed so she makes her way back to the car park entrance to meet the spit circumnavigation quartet who have, in the meantime, ordered a cab to pick us up from there. We only have to wait a few minutes for its arrival and we get to the Travelodge by 5:30. Before checking in, we walk the short distance to the end of the road to have a drink at the Dolphin & Anchor, a Wetherspoon establishment on West Street serving its customary range of competitively priced beers. It’s also very busy, and some of the clientele (or potential clientele) standing outside attract the attention of the local constabulary for reasons ostensibly concerned with illegal substances and possibly, in the case of one young lady, exhibitionism! Investigations are still in progress when we return to the Travelodge to check in, but appear to have concluded an hour later when we leave again to have supper at a Côte brasserie about a 5 minute walk away on South Street. Starters, mains and 4 bottles of wine later, we ease our way back to the Travelodge with John, Helen and Mike unable to resist the temptation of a return visit to the Dolphin & Anchor for stickies.

Day 169 – Littlehampton to Church Norton: 16.8m: 6.1h

As was the case on our last trip, the Arun View does not provide an early breakfast and so, having already paid our bills, we leave at 7:15 with the aim of finding sustenance en route – hopefully within the first couple of hours. Immediately outside the pub, we cross the Harbour Bridge, a retractable steel pedestrian footbridge linking east and west Littlehampton. Going along the west bank of the river, we pass Littlehampton Golf Club which is remarkably busy for so early in the morning. We get back to the coast where a rather bouncy boardwalk is available before we’re able to cross a narrow stretch of shingle to reach sand on the sea shore which affords comfortable underfoot conditions for the next 30 minutes or so. We then have to cross back over the shingle near Atherington to a coast track which, after a short while, has a signpost indicating, encouragingly, a café. However, such café as might have existed cannot now be found. We carry on to Elmer and then to Middleton-on-Sea where we’ve been informed by a couple of passers-by that there might be somewhere open for breakfast. It transpires that to investigate this will require a diversion inland of around half a mile – and so, although it is now after 9 o’clock, we continue westwards. Our patience is rewarded when, at 9:30, we get to Felpham and see the Boat House Café with an inviting menu on the door. Initially it seems that even this might be a disappointment because we’re told by the women behind the counter that the chef hasn’t arrived yet. However, when we say that we just need bacon, eggs and toast (plus teas and coffees) they reckon that they’ll be able to rustle this up. And rustle it up they do. Indeed, they seem inordinately pleased with the charming Mr Harkness’s parting comment “Who needs a chef”? Shortly after leaving the Boat House, we reach Bognor Regis. Here, Helen leaves us to catch a train back to Barnham where she will pick up the car and drive to collect us from today’s finishing point at the north east corner of Selsey Bill. Our route there is relatively straightforward, but involves going around Pagham Harbour. This isn’t a boating harbour, but a large sheltered inlet serving as a nature reserve and wetland site for wildlife. There is a walking trail around the area but, before embarking on this, a small disagreement arises as to whether we need to include in the walk a narrow spit of land which stretches about half a mile into the harbour. Is it, as the maps apparently suggest, a spit which can be walked around and therefore to be treated as a mini Spurn Point, or simply, as one person’s eyes suggest, a single out and back path and therefore to be treated like a jetty or pier, in the same way as Horrid Hill in the Medway last year? The majority view is the former. In accordance with our country’s great democratic tradition, the decision to include the spit is greeted by the minority with all the grace which he believes it merits, and the subsequent discovery that the spit is in fact an out and back path is greeted by the majority with all the regret which they believe it merits! The walking trail takes just over an hour to complete. For the most part, this is along well maintained tracks but, towards the end, we have to cross a couple of very wet and muddy fields. The effect on our boots is such that we probably wouldn’t have been welcome at the very smart Crab and Lobster pub/restaurant near Sidlesham Quay had we been minded to call in for refreshment. But we have no thought of so doing because we are still nearly half an hour away from the church at Church Norton where Helen is meeting us and she is already in a car park just outside the village. We arrive at the church just after 2 o’clock a couple of minutes before Helen and, following a change of footwear, drive to Chichester where John and Helen drop Mike, Ben and Gary at the station and then continue their return journey to Gloucestershire. The Foundry pub is conveniently located for the rail travellers to while away their time before catching trains home although, as we approach the bar, Mike is asked to remove his cap. For the first time any of us can remember, we are in a pub which doesn’t like its customers to wear headgear! Still, the beer’s ok, our trains are on time, and we have less than 140 miles to go until we’re back at Poole Harbour. So maybe just the 9 days left….??

Day 168 – Shoreham-by-Sea to Littlehampton: 15.8m: 5.5h

Helen joins these two days of the walk, but her and John’s rail travel plans are scuppered by the continued closure (currently scheduled until June) of the Nuneham Viaduct bridge between Oxford and Didcot. Instead, they have decided to drive to Sussex and to park their car at Barnham station. Perhaps not the most obvious location, but a very sound choice. Not only does it afford a short rail link to Shoreham for the start of today’s walk, but it can also be easily accessed by train from Bognor which will be convenient for our return journeys tomorrow. Anyway, notwithstanding their revised travel arrangements, John and Helen arrive in Shoreham about half an hour before Mike, Ben and Gary. This gives them the opportunity to pre-fuel at a café before the whole team assembles and makes the short walk back to the north bank of the River Adur from where we set off at 11:10. Having crossed the ferry bridge, we can see the coast only a few hundred yards further south. However purity of course dictates that, to reach this point, we have to walk eastwards along the south bank of the river to reach Shoreham Fort at the end of a narrow peninsula and then turn back west along the sea front. And so, at the end of the first hour, we’ve walked almost 3 miles to reach Shoreham beach which is less than half a mile from our starting point. The remaining miles are largely unremarkable and incident free. Just a pleasant, straightforward twelve miles in warm weather with a gentle following breeze alongside Lancing beach, through Worthing and Goring-by-Sea, and on towards Littlehampton. The only question which arises is whether to follow the official coast path when it occasionally moves inland onto lanes and paths which are parallel to, but not far from, the sea front, or whether to walk along the beach. Ordinarily, this wouldn’t be an issue. Beach action would be enthusiastically embraced. However, on this stretch of the coast, most of the shoreline beaches are shingle for which there is distinctly less enthusiasm. Accordingly, when a choice is required, a decision to follow the coast path is pretty unanimous….until we reach East Preston, just beyond Goring and some 3 to 4 miles away from Littlehampton. We have just concluded that we are sufficiently close to our destination that, should we happen upon a hostelry, a refreshing pit stop wouldn’t unduly affect the rest of our walk. We’re going along a lane through East Preston and it looks as though the coast path will turn back to the sea front in a few hundred yards, but John and Ben take an earlier turn in the hope that they won’t find any problems if/when they get to the beach. Mike, Helen and Gary continue along the official path and almost immediately are rewarded with the welcoming sight of the Tudor Tavern. Gary and Helen go to order some drinks and sit at an outside table, while Mike goes to inform John and Ben of the pit stop discovery. However, by the time he sees them, they’ve reached the beach, have crossed the shingle to some sand by the sea and, despite the prospect of a pint of cider, aren’t minded to struggle back over the shingle. And so, when Mike gets back to the Tudor Tavern, he finds Gary and Helen at a table with not only a gin and tonic and two pints of London Pride, but also two unnecessary pints of cider. These are returned untouched to the bar when the threesome leaves 15 minutes later. It takes another hour or so to reach Littlehampton. Our overnight stop is the Arun View Inn on the east side of the River Arun and, just over half way along the riverside path, Mike, Helen and Gary find John and Ben sitting outside a bar called the Empress with two bottles of cider. These have almost been finished, so it isn’t long before we continue the short distance to the Arun View where we arrive just before 5 o’clock. A very welcoming bar (with Harvey’s) greets us, so we have a couple of drinks and then check in to the four rooms available at the Arun View. We’re back downstairs for supper in the pub’s extensive dining room overlooking the river, and a very popular place it seems to be. A few nibbles to start with, followed by pies/burgers/fish ‘n chips, all go down very well as do the accompanying bottles, and with no fervent Liverpool supporter in our midst, there’s no pressure to find a TV showing their game at Elland Road. Instead, our evening comes to an end with relaxing double stickies – whilst fervent Liverpool supporters are no doubt equally relaxed watching a 6-1 victory against Leeds.

Day 167 – Newhaven to Shoreham-by-Sea: 16.0m: 5.4h

The Bar & Restaurant does the admin for the Greenwich Rooms, but in most other ways is a separate operation. By way of example, it doesn’t open for breakfast. However, having established that the Pantry Café just along the road opens at 8 o’clock, we’ve arranged for a cab to pick us up at 7:15 to take us to Newhaven so that, by the time we’ve walked the almost 3 miles back to Peacehaven, we’ll be able to sit down for brekker at the Pantry. Our cab arrives on time with a driver who is more measured in his approach to the job than his colleague yesterday. He is also a keen walker and is currently in training for a hike around the Hebrides with his brothers later in the year (a project which, disturbingly, seems to be of some interest to John!). He is also in a position to tell us that, in places, the route over the hills from Newhaven to the front at Peacehaven runs very close to the cliff edge which strongly suggests that there will be another early parting of the ways. And having left the cab and climbed up to the fort, an evaluation of the track in front of us confirms this. John and Mike accordingly set off along the track while Ben and Gary try to find their way to a parallel path further inland. This does not prove to be a straightforward task. Various dead ends in a nearby housing estate result in several about turns, and eventually the path is only located by returning to the road leading from Newhaven to the fort. As a result, they arrive at the Pantry nearly half an hour after John and Mike who have had more than enough time to consume their apparently excellent full English. Gary opts for a swift bacon sarnie and a cup of tea but Ben, who has been experiencing a dodgy tummy over the last 36 hours, gives brekker a complete swerve. It's a short walk from the Pantry down to the sea front, and we’re under way again at 9:15. Light rain which has been falling off and on since we left Newhaven is still in the air, along with a fresh breeze coming off the sea. After walking another couple of hundred yards, we cross the meridian back into the western hemisphere. A monument marks the spot, and its location in relation to the Greenwich Rooms makes us realise how close to the meridian we must have been sleeping last night. Indeed, it is only now that the writer has made the connection between the name of our overnight accommodation and the meridian! As we continue along the coast towards Saltdean, there are few gentle climbs and descents which aren’t too close to the cliffs and so we are able to remain a foursome. Eventually, we reach a point where we can take an undercliff path which runs all the way from Rottingdean to Kemptown on the outskirts of Brighton and then, after a climb and short stretch alongside a cliff top road, we rejoin the sea front at Brighton Marina. There had been a possibility that Ben’s daughter Jen, and her boyfriend Nick, would join us somewhere in Brighton or Hove for the remaining few miles to Shoreham. However, ostensibly deterred by the wet weather, they have perhaps sensibly decided to get to Shoreham by a method not involving shanks’ pony and to meet us in a pub near the station which has now been identified as the Buckingham Arms. In fact, although we’ve continued to encounter a few squally showers since leaving Peacehaven, the rain has stopped as we go through Brighton and it remains dry for the rest of the day’s walk. Our route continues along the sea front through Hove until, just before Portslade, we reach a narrow peninsula running between the River Adur and the sea, and which is the home of a number of steel, timber and other depots of businesses which use the services of Shoreham Port. I don’t believe that any of us had previously been aware of Shoreham Port, let alone the apparent size of the operation there. We walk for about a mile and a half along a road through the peninsula and the various depots to our right stretch for almost the entire length of the road. At the end of the road we cross to the north side of the river via two sets of lock gates. There’s a short wait at the second set to allow a small vessel to pass through into the river basin, but we then reach Southwick and, from there, have a 30 minute walk alongside the A259 to get to the centre of Shoreham. It’s only about a quarter of a mile from our finishing point to Shoreham station. We arrive at the Buckingham Arms at 1:45 and are joined a few minutes later by Jen and Nick. After two pints of Harvey’s, John, Mike and Gary leave to catch a train back to London, whilst Ben (whose tummy now seems to be in better shape) lingers for another hour with Jen and Nick. Despite this, and then travelling solo on a later train, he reportedly does not fall asleep on the journey home.

Day 166 – Eastbourne to Newhaven: 16.5m: 6.1h

British Summer Time began over the weekend. We are taking advantage of the extra daylight which this will afford in the evenings by catching a later, off-peak (i.e. cheaper) train to Eastbourne than would otherwise have been practicable. However, its 9:54 departure from Victoria still requires John to leave home at 6:15 which is a mere 3 hours earlier than Ben and Gary who both board the service at Clapham. Mike has again travelled from Taplow and joins the rest of the team at East Croydon thus enabling him to reminisce – not too gushingly – about his journeys to what was the location of Nestlé’s UK head office. We arrive in a bright and sunny Eastbourne, wander back to the bandstand and set off along the promenade soon after 11:30. For much of the first 9 miles, the coastal route is along the high cliff tops of Beachy Head and the Seven Sisters which Ben has decided to avoid. The consequent parting of the ways occurs after half an hour, with Gary accompanying Ben on an inland route. John and Mike take the most direct path up to Beachy Head which is also the steepest climb and proves to be a considerable challenge for both of them. Once at the top, and having experienced some amazement at the sight of an intrepid (i.e. foolhardy) group having a picnic on the edge of the cliff, they move on to deal with the ascents and descents of the Seven Sisters. Again, these provide one or two challenges, but they pale into insignificance compared to the final descent into Cuckmere Haven. In order to ascertain tide levels as close to the shoreline as possible, John decides that the descent should be assayed not by the conventional marked route, but via a more precipitous and less well defined chalk path. In places, Mike concludes that the safest way of achieving this is on his backside – something to which the resulting white marks on his trousers and rucksack bear eloquent testimony. However, the two of them do reach the foot of the cliff where they discover that the water in the Cuckmere River is not at a sufficiently low level for a paddle. Instead, they walk along the east bank of the river to the bridge at Exceat and stop at the Cuckmere Inn for a glass of refreshment, and to wait for Ben and Gary who turn up 15 minutes later. Their journey has perhaps been less eventful, but no less enjoyable. It has involved several climbs to get up to and across the South Downs, initially through a series of fields to reach East Dean and Friston, and then through wooded areas to Westdean (featuring two ladies training a couple of Icelandic ponies) and on to Exceat. With the team reunited, we set off again around 3:15 down the west bank of the river and then turn to climb and continue along the coast towards Seaford. However, it immediately becomes apparent that the coastal path is still going to run quite close to the cliff edge, and so we split once more into our by now traditional cliff top and inland pairings. On this occasion, the split doesn’t last too long. After no more than an hour, we all arrive at just about the same time at a point where a couple of paths meet on the edge of Seaford Head Golf Course. We watch a couple of men coming down what we assume, given the proximity of the clubhouse, to be the 9th or 18th hole. They seem to be pretty decent players and, based on the amount of time they spend on reasonably short putts, rather competitive. Having sunk the putts, they don’t shake hands and so, being charitable souls, we conclude that they must have been playing the 9th hole. The route from Seaford to Newhaven is along the sea shore. At the entrance to Newhaven Harbour, we turn up towards the town, cross the bridge around the ferry port and continue back down towards Newhaven Fort. The day’s walk concludes just shy of the fort and only a couple of hundred yards away from the Hope Inn where we’ve arranged a cab pick up for 6:45. Our arrival at 6:15 gives us time for just the one leisurely pint of Harvey’s, and the presence in the pub of a large and excitable dog (with an owner who looks as though he could turn equally excitable) doesn’t serve as an incentive to linger. Further excitability is provided by a driver in the car park who appears to resent our cab picking us up in a place which blocks and delays his departure by almost a whole minute, and then by the speed with which our driver takes us to our overnight stop in Peacehaven, the Greenwich Rooms (with Burger & Bird Bar and Restaurant). Thankfully, no further excitement materialises during the rest of the evening. Just good showers, sustaining burgers with bacon cheese and skin-on chips, a bottle of white, a bottle of red, double stickies for all except Ben, and finally up to our rooms on the second floor for well earned kips.

Day 165 – St Leonards-on-Sea to Eastbourne: 14.7m: 4.9h

Alexander’s is run by Keith and Francesca. After a comfortable night, we come down for breakfast to find Francesca available to provide teas and coffees, but cooked breakfasts are slightly delayed due to Keith not becoming aware of our readiness until almost 10 minutes after our arrival. Not a major problem. The breakfast is good, we check out at 7:45, and wander over the road for what proves to be a short wait on the promenade for a bus. The older members of the team were hoping to be able to use their Freedom Passes for the return to St Leonard’s, but it transpires that this isn’t possible before 9:30. Our total fare of £8 is therefore slightly more than yesterday’s cab fare would have been if Mike hadn’t been so generous! We’re back at St Leonards’s around 8:05 and set off shortly afterwards. It feels as though it’s going to be another chilly day, even though the breeze isn’t as strong as it was yesterday. For the first couple of hours, the route is straightforward and flat. It takes us along the coast through Bexhill and on to Cooden by which stage we’ve completed just over 6 miles and there’s no indication that, as we continue towards Eastbourne, our pace will be affected by climbs such as those which we encountered yesterday. The only relatively minor issue is whether significant inland diversions will be necessary just after Pevensey Bay and/or at Sovereign Harbour on the approach to Eastbourne. For the moment, we do have to turn slightly away from the coast at the very smart looking Relais Cooden Beach Hotel, and walk for a short distance alongside the Hastings to Eastbourne railway line. However, we soon turn back towards the shoreline, pass through Norman’s Bay and Beachlands, and eventually get to Pevensey Bay. Here, we do have to spend 15 minutes or so walking along local streets but, as was the case at Cooden, we get back to the coast pretty quickly and no significant diversion is required. And this is also the case when we reach Sovereign Harbour around noon. We are able to walk across some lock gates at the harbour basin and are left with less than 3 miles along the sea front to reach Eastbourne’s bandstand where we finish at 1 o’clock. It's no more than a 15 minute walk from the bandstand to Eastbourne station. Once there, we call in at a Wetherspoon’s establishment immediately opposite but, because we’ll be catching a train just after 2 o’clock, there’s only time for one leisurely pint of competitively priced Ruddle’s (£1.79) before we get some sandwiches at the station café and wait for the train. It leaves on time, Mike gets off at Haywards Heath to continue his carefully researched journey back to Taplow, Ben and Gary change at Clapham Junction for their homeward trains, and John considers standing for remainder of the trip to Victoria so as to reduce the possibility (or probability) of falling asleep….again.