What could be better on a blustery August Bank Holiday than a good old blow as Granny would say, " Do you know Sarah, it was so windy up there it nearly blew me eyebrows off!" ( Said in a buttery west country burr.)
Firle beacon - sea on one side, South Downs on the other. A high swirling ridge where an English carpet rolls out below us. A glorious carpet, all green and golden and studded with yellow and purple. Fields demarked by their hedges embroidered with late summer flowers.... and at the bottom?The prettiest little village resplendent with pub, post office, buckets of flowers and home grown produce.
Happy Bank Holiday weekend