Sunday 23rd Nov, 2008: 9.5 miles, ascent approx 300m (Map OS Explorer 122)
Having spent the whole week feeling like complete shit with a cold/flu/sore throat virus, I was desperate to get out. As I was still feeling a bit sweaty, it was a case of kill or cure.
This was a walk for the Sussex Womens Walking Group, starting and finishing from the village of Rodmell in East Sussex. It was a cold morning with a NW wind and, as I drove out of Lewes, the drizzle turned into a hailstorm - not very encouraging! By the time we all reached the car park at the bottom of the village of Rodmell, this had settled to a steady, cold rain. The car park we used is actually the National Trust car park for the nearby Monks' House, the erstwhile country pad and later home of Virginia Woolf.
Togged up in waterproofs, hats, gloves, etc, four of us set off SW back up the main drag through the village. After 2-300 yds, we turned SE on the footpath towards and then into the churchyard. We continued on this path as it left the far corner of the churchyard and turned SW, reaching the main (Lewes-Newhaven) road a quarter of a mile or so later.
Cars sped by in the rain as we followed the road S for a few hundred yards, after which we crossed over to take a bridleway (farm track), initially roughly S and then SW into Cricketing Bottom, where the track forms part of the South Downs Way for just over half a mile. Where the SDW diverged, we continued through the farm and SW for another half mile. After a short dogleg SE, the path contiues SW and up, and after a quarter mile, joins the road towards Telscombe village.
The wind and rain showed no sign of abating as we walked S on the road down into the village. As there was a service going on, plan A of a brief stop in the shelter of the church porch was dropped in favour of a break sheltering in the youth hostel bike shed. No luck there either, as the hostel was closed for the winter and the shed was locked. We stopped in the rain for elevenses outside the front of the hostel, out of most of the wind, wrung out gloves, etc and rustled up flasks and treats.
It was too cold and wet to stop for long and we soon set off again, SW out of the village and up to the end of the road. Here we took the track heading NW and then N, with a stiff cold wind trying to blow us over. About 3/4 of a mile from the end of the road we passed a bridleway running SW. A couple of hundred yards later, we took a second bridleway SW and down hill to Pickers Hill Farm as the rain eased. Looking for somewhere to eat lunch we sheltered from the rain in an empty barn and shucked off our waterproofs. While we ate our lunch (the usual variety of choice gourmet treats) the rain stopped and the clouds lightened to reveal patches of blue sky.

We set off again under a dry sky, roughly NW up High Hill. Continuing W on this bridleway, we arrived at a T-junction near Balsdean Cottages. Here we turned NW across a field to reach a tarmac track, which we followed N for about 1/3 of a mile. We stayed on the track as it curved E, and at the next junction with a track (bridleways), picked up a bridleway ENE, initially dipping down before climbing up the side of Pickers Hill. This bridleway passes a wayside memorial, sadly vandalized, before flatting out and curving SE. About 2/3 mile from the monument, we turned NE on a footpath across open fields towards Breaky Bottom with the low winter sun casting long shadows.


Passing Breaky Bottom farm and vineyards, the path, now a farm track, climbed towards the South Downs Way. Atop the ridge, we had a great view in the clear conditions, and turned SE on the SDW to Mill Hill about half a mile distant. Reaching Mill Hill, our walk was almost over as we turned NE on the bridleway to Rodmell. Where the path became a road we continued towards Rodmell, crossing the main road and heading through the viilage back to the car park.
This really had been a walk of two halves, hail and rain in the morning and clear skies after lunch. After a quick change of footwear, we headed to the nearby Abergavenny Arms for refreshments and a roaring log fire. I was knackered, but fooled myself into thinking that I felt better for the walk.






















