Originally posted on London Road Station Partnership Blog:
It’s safe to say that even though this is only our second day working at the station, it already feels like a second home (and the tea and coffee kindly provided by Elspeth certainly doesn’t break that illusion!) Today called for an early start, so we met…
Another sun scorched day another downland valley filled with fluttering. Beyond the boundary of the South Downs National Park the city fringe is filled with things in flight. Allotment air alive with red, white, blue and black as butterflies thrive. Red admirals sail the breeze and peacocks perch on paths or beam their colours from […]
At the hottest height of summer Castle Hill, the centre of Brighton’s Biosphere reserve, is crowded with colour. Bees too busy to be bothered by passing walkers provide the soundtrack for a saunter. Grassland is bright with butterflies flitting from flower to frond, finding food and flirting. Shielded by the Downs from the sounds […]
Slugs salivating. An orgy of gastropods Gobble up my garden Leaving their silvery slick. Can nothing neutralize their appetite for everything? Yes – they like Lambrini And are now dead drunk.
Stepping out at Southease onto the South Downs Way the backdrop is deep steely grey. Flowers flourish refreshed by rains contrast with green green grass as the train slides on to the sea. No turning back now as watchful men track down Itford Hill clutching their Bank Holiday play planes against the gathering threat. Committed […]
No day on the Downs is complete without encountering sheep. They stubbornly stand and sit in the middle of paths, ignoring an oncoming bike or walker, inexplicably amble in line across valleys, or range themselves on ridges like a woolly army ready to charge like the Black Sheep of nightmares. Why are they there? To […]
The beginning of Spring is when boats of Brighton Marina leave their moorings to be hauled from the water by the Thunderbird contraption. Behind the battered marina wall – rapidly repaired following the thrashing of storms – the boatyard is bulging with tacky bottoms awaiting their annual wipe by owners who dream of rippling bluish […]