A Little Run Out
We took the car up and over the hill to the Birling Gap, where a lone fisherman was tending his lines and a trickle of tourists came down the ladder to the beach then went up again. The sea was very calm. As I was climbing the ladder myself a woman rushed out into the water and shreiked a lot while her male partner- bundled up in heavy coat- sat on the beach and watched
Birling Gap belongs to the National Trust. There's a very good cafe, with very good coffee and cakes.
After taking refreshment we circled back home through the hills, by way of Friston, Litlington and Wilmington- pausing to take a look at The Long Man, East Sussex's genuinely ancient and utterly mysterious hill figure.
Sheep were wandering over him- which is something I've not seen before.
Who carved Him? No idea,
When did they carve Him? No idea
Why did they carve Him? No idea.
Is he holding two staves, or opening a door into the hill?
No idea.
Birling Gap belongs to the National Trust. There's a very good cafe, with very good coffee and cakes.
After taking refreshment we circled back home through the hills, by way of Friston, Litlington and Wilmington- pausing to take a look at The Long Man, East Sussex's genuinely ancient and utterly mysterious hill figure.
Sheep were wandering over him- which is something I've not seen before.
Who carved Him? No idea,
When did they carve Him? No idea
Why did they carve Him? No idea.
Is he holding two staves, or opening a door into the hill?
No idea.