The third member of our intrepid expedition group arrived and we set off in the direction of Beachy Head. Our route would divert once we arrived at the Golf Club.
For the second time in a week, we encountered worried golfers avoiding their shots until we passed.
As we headed down the concrete path toward East Dean, we exchanged further pleasantries mainly regarding the weather and querying our route. "Stopping at the Tiger for lunch?' said one of the golfers.
We waved a further group through before we passed them by and avoided being run over by the local postman who was delivering at high speed down the same track to the farmhouse at the bottom of the drive.
We soon transferred onto the grass footpath and headed into East Dean.
It was Market Day and the place was buzzing. Car Park attendants directing traffic gave a cheery 'hello' to us as we passed.
We entered the village hall which was looking full to capacity as well as stalls outside selling sausages, fish and other garden ware plus much more.
With all the activity we took to sitting on the bench outside the Tiger Inn and soaking up some more Vitamin D. The sun was beating down as we took a break and consumed some pasties that we bought from one of the stalls.
It was all too easy to sit and watch the activities and ponder the opening time of the pub, but there was a steady trek up the hill to the church, where a newly carved 'coffin gate' had been installed.
The final couple miles provided stunning views across to Jevington whilst the sheep wondered across from field to field. A couple of jet planes broke the silence briefly, flying out across the channel.
I was distracted by a sign for the Old Dairy... which indicated that it was 100 YRS (years?) on the Right... surely it was to read 100 yds??
It was just after midday by the time we got back to the car park. No more Cormorants... just blue sky and sunshine. 7.5 miles completed and 3 hours well spent.
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