I think the pictures speak for themselves.
But if you do want to know more it has its own Wikipedia page.
The village of Glynde, made occasionally busy by Glyndbourne, is but a short stroll across the South Downs from my house. Well, I say short. On a hot day it can feel like quite a trek across the rolling hills. Fortunately, as luck would have it, there is a pub that sells Harveys Best at the end.
On the far hill, left of centre, above, you can just make out the dark rectangle of the "Bible Field", an ancient field system that resembles an open bible. It is this that provides the name for Bible Bottom, the valley next to Oxteddle Bottom directly in front.
The Dew Pond at the bottom of Oxteddle Bottom.
Ouses, Ouses, Ouses - Looking back toward Lewes.
The reward: The garden of the Trevor Arms, Glynde.
Still the greatest, even if they did elect to play Get Loaded in the Park, which, apart from Orbital, was shit.
Sad but true, I've seen Orbital so many times that I've forgotten how many times it is. If that was the last time, then thanks for all the memories chaps, however ill-defined they may be.
As a dog owner you do your best. You put food in their bowl; try to teach them right from wrong; you walk them, come rain or shine; you scoop their poop and give them a bath when they roll in a rotting seagull. And how do they repay you? By losing in the Lewes Arms Spaniel Race, that's how!
Here's Crumpet waiting for her losers doggy bag.
She didn't even win the best dressed dog competition, despite the Rolling Stones t-shirt. But maybe I'm being too hard on the little scrote, she is only six months old, and although she came last in the final she was actually the winner of her qualifying heat (So fast in fact that she'd finished before I even managed to get the camera rolling).
Note to Budleigh Salterton, this is more fun than ferret racing.
This is the Abergavenny Arms, Rodmell, just down the road from Lewes. It was a really good little community pub with real ale and food, welcoming to families. Now it's a dead pub. Rodmell's villagers are fighting to save their only pub, and a "save our local" campaign has been set up, but if they don't succeed then we will have to chalk this up as a victory for Temperance Darling and Presbyterian Brown.
Some more photos from Rodmell.
There's something about dew ponds that suggests that they might be very photogenic, but try as I might I never seem to take a good photo. I'd blame it on the poor light conditions, but on sunny days they don't come out any better.
This one is on the walk from Ditchling Beacon to Jack and Jill.