So I decided to make the most of the fashionable early summer. Never one with much inclination to get involved with the chores of the garden I have actually had fun helping out the parentals. Digging out bushes with massive routes, digging and leveling soil, trimming shrubs and painting the wood framed greenhouse and trellis (nearly without getting any on me clothes, hands, glasses and the street sign I was using to lean the trellis against)
I cleaned up my bike, which has spent the last year living in the garage, and went out over the busy Easter weekend to have a gander at a car boot sale a few miles away. It was largely old tat but I did savour the fact that on my return journey I passed a queue of traffic several miles long (all attempting to get away for the weekend) while I happily chuffed on by on my bicycle....suckers!
And of course what would a spell on fabulous weather be without some kind of jaunt into the luscious South Down countryside.
Cocking Down is one of the easiest parts of the South Downs to get to on my own, I just have to go all round the houses on a bus for an hour and 20 mins. It is however very worth it
Traditions upheld, this kind of fencing has been used on the Downs for decades
You can tell it's still early in the season as the trees in the distance have yet to find their leaves
Aww, ickle cattle
And this is where I stopped for lunch, the Trig marker useful for checking I'm not lost (yet)
Since the South Downs have become a National Park there has been quite a bit of work down, clearing areas surrounding the ancient tumuli and maintaining paths
The protected Graffham Down
And I guess a less protected...er...whatever this once was (sheep?) the skull left in the middle of the track in a not at all creepy fashion
This is actually looking back upon the hill I just descended and climbing back up the other side (one of 3 hills in this walk)
I had to keep reminding myself in the 27 degree heat that it was in fact still Spring, the trees are still sporting the fresh greens of the time of year.
Keeping an eye out for Hobbits and other such fantastical creatures....
What an epically fantastic place for a rope swing
And finally after 7.5 miles I reach Selhurst Park and this is the view from the much appreciated bench while I waited for my lift home.
Just visible on the top of the hill, Halnaker Windmill
And this stuff will be recognized by any hay-fever suffers out there, Mustard seed looks fantastic in the fields but by-crikey it pen and inks
So there you have Cocking Down to Selhurst Park on the South Downs Way, looking fabulous in the sunshine if I do say so myself....easy to see why I'd rather be up here than down on the beach with only chavs for company.