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Sharp air and sunshine strike as we stride away from Southease Station seizing a weather window for a winter walk. Low December light leads the way, glancing across a glassy Ouse as a tide smoothly slips in, we swing across the bridge. Past passive ponds and ditches there’s no sign of stirring in the village […]

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Following wet and wind the season is settled into a sultry South Downs autumn. Although no hint of cold or frost days are suddenly shortened by an hour. Soil is concealed by bonfire bright leaves breaking free from trees and floating down to land  – protecting precious soil and precarious plants. The air is still […]

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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 […]

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  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 […]

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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 Derservedly Dead Drunk

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Stepping out at Southease onto the South Downs Way the backdrop is deep steely grey. Flowers flourish refreshed by rains and 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. […]

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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 […]

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