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Honeysuckle Lane Viewpoint |
Sometimes you don’t have to go
far away or undertake great distances in order to do a walk that is very
memorable. This delightful little round
proved just that as we explored a place on our very doorstep that we had not
been to before. I had the morning with
just the girls and they were anxious to get out for some fresh air while we had
some time to ourselves. We parked up at
the small car park at Honeysuckle
Lane on the edge of Worthing
on a beautifully sunny day and headed north up the lane away from the houses.
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Early May Blossom |
The lane itself is a popular walk
for dog owners and there were quite a few people about on this Wednesday
morning courtesy of the school holidays.
The journey up the lane was accompanied by the sound of birdsong, bright
sunshine filtering through the trees and the wafting of pungent scents from all
the competing flowers. The insects were
going crazy too with plenty of buzzing noises around us from all the various
pollinators and even a few butterflies adding some colour to the scene.
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Long Furlong View |
Our walk through the bushes soon
gave way to more open countryside as we headed away from town and deeper into
the South Downs. Every so often we would
get vistas across the surrounding countryside with glimpses of Angmering Park
and then the sweeping dry valley
of Long Furlong. After the winter months it was good to see
some colour in the landscape once again, although I’m not sure whether I like
the rather artificial yellow created by the rapeseed fields that dominate the
landscape in early spring.
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Bluebells Out |
As we walked along the chalk path
there was some brief interest in fossil hunting from the girls, but when it
became obvious that they weren’t going to find much they soon lost
interest. Instead they decided that a more
fun game would be to balance on the very thin sheep tracks that followed
parallel to the path on the banks alongside.
I can remember doing exactly the same thing as a boy and even though
they looked like they would fall over any moment I put my parenting instinct to
one side for a moment so they could continue.
They justified my faith by walking flawlessly along without any hint of
accidents…
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Small Tortoiseshell |
Eventually we reached the main
road that comes up Long Furlong and at this point we changed direction to head
across one of those incredibly yellow fields.
The girls really enjoyed walking through the yellow flowers and I have
to admit my surprise at the lack of smell.
I seem to remember in years gone by really not liking the smell of
rapeseed. Either there are new varieties
being sown now or my nostrils aren’t what they were.
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Running Ahead |
At the far end of the field we
stopped briefly for refreshments and enjoyed the view across to Chanctonbury
Ring, which the girls remembered from one of our previous expeditions. Below us the cricket pitch for Findon Village
was looking in a state of readiness for the new season ahead. The cricket team for this village is of some
repute – some years ago they reached the final of the village cricket
competition and played at Lords.
Alongside the ground appeared to be a small camping ground with a couple
of hardy souls already staying over (albeit in caravans rather than tents!).
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Running Through The Yellow |
Our route took us alongside some
fields overlooking Cissbury Ring down to theb delightful church at Findon. Set away from the village I suspect that the
church was built for the convenience of the Lord of the Manor rather than for
the villagers. Even now it is separated
from the village by the main road, which forms quite a barrier for the flock
wanting to attend communion.
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Chanctonbury View |
No such problem for us and in
fact we were in luck as the church was open for preparation for Easter. This allowed us the opportunity to take a look
inside and we weren’t disappointed. Far
from being gloomy the inside of the church was lovely and airy and the flowers
were just starting to be assembled for the Easter services. Outside was the real star of the show though
as the churchyard was brimming over with flowers and blossom trees. Sadly though any sweet smell of blossom was
rather overpowered by a nearby bonfire and its acrid smoke. Grrr!
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St John The Baptist Church, Findon |
We pushed on down the drive and
had a squint at the rather palatial looking manor house as we did so.
Just before reaching the main road we took a
path between the fields.
For awhile we
were hemmed in by bushes that were becoming increasingly green and full of
blossom.
I imagine in a few weeks this
path might be a bit tricky to negotiate as the foliage fills out more.
Eventually the bushes gave way to fences and
we walked between fields full of horses.
Some were curious and came over to say hello
while others took no notice of us whatsoever.
We passed down through an old farm where there were some very large greenhouses,
reminding us of what Worthing used to be
famous for.
Back in the old days the Worthing tomato was famous in the south, but sadly most
nurseries are long gone and have been redeveloped into housing estates.
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Findon Place |
Eventually we found ourselves
back within the Worthing boundaries as we
arrived at The Gallops. I soon
discovered that despite my day off from work I still got buttonholed in a
professional sense as I ran into the guy who empties our dog bins. A thankless task you might think but no – our man
loves what he does for the most part although he did grumble about some of the
bins being misused. I pushed on after a
brief chinwag and headed off across the wide open space of The Gallops. No racehorses today although it was easy to
see what a great space this would be for exercising them.
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The Gallops |
We clambered up the zig zag
staircase to High Salvington mill. This
old lady wasn’t operating today but a group of volunteers has restored it and
they show people round every couple of weeks during the summer. My children remembered taking a look round as
we passed by. Next door almost is a
rather unusual corrugated tin church – almost unnoticeable unless you walk
past. Not sure what it looks like inside
but I might have to attend a service one of these days just so I can take a
look. From here it was a short walk back
along Honeysuckle Lane
to the car. Not a particularly pleasant
part of the walk as the lane is a bit narrow and it is the only access to the
car park.
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High Salvington Mill |
Despite the rather unpleasant
finish this was a walk full of interest in spite of its modest length (3.7
miles) and I have a feeling it will be added to our retinue of local walks. I think I need to look for some more now –
short local walks are a lot more convenient for summer evenings!
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