At the top of the hill I was back once again on the South Downs Way. It felt good to be back, if only for a short while.
I took a seat on a stile with my back to the wind so that I could have a quick look at my map and decide where I was heading. Actually I knew where I was heading, but just needed to confirm which path I was going to take, before I was off again, heading west.
It felt so good to be back on the South Downs Way, it wasn’t particularly busy, but there were still more people on this short section of path than I had seen since getting off the bus an hour and a half ago.
I wondered where these people were going, some heading east, some heading west. Where had they started this morning? How far were they going today?
Some were on foot, others on two wheels and the even occasional horse. Some on their own, others in small groups. All united on their individual journals along the South Downs Way.