Which little bit of Sussex...

[dougdeep]

Sheffield Park.

 

[black & white seagull]

I quite like this bit, but only really in winter when everything has closed down.

 

[Dover]

Can I also say that the view of Brighton from the top of the Race Hill at sunrise in the summer is STUNNING?

The sunsets from there in summer are fairly good too.

I often travel on the Brighton to Ashford line, so comming into lewes and seeing the Brewery gives me a lift, but it's the view from the London Road Viaduct that makes my heart skip a beat.

 

[pasty]

Can I also say that the view of Brighton from the top of the Race Hill at sunrise in the summer is STUNNING?

Yes. Yes you can. That is what I was going post.

 

[KZNSeagull]

Dodgy back roads with high banks of trees either side that you drive down hoping nothings coming the other way. (eg most of the roads to Horsted Keynes)

Have been in SA 5 years now and the pictures of Seven Sisters and Lindfield Pond have actually got me pining for the first time - weird!! Also having an urge to go and walk the dog past Jack & Jill or around Devils Dyke - bit far to go though!!

 

[coventrygull]

The A23. The wife says I have a big smile on my face when we get on that.

 

[Horton's halftime iceberg]

I am away in Yorkshire all next week and when I return, its always the sight of the downs especialy if its light when and you see Hurspierpoint (church spire) at the foot of the hills.

When I am here looking out from the Racecourse, Hollingbury hillfort, Firle Becon, Severn Sisters, Cake at Ovindean cafe or just driving into Brighton from Rottingdean on the coast road.

 

[Albion Edd]

Looking across at Ditchling beacon from Lodge hill in Ditchling

 

[glasfryn]

Passing the pylons on the now m23 coming into Brighton






and most of the above

 

[Bevendean Hillbilly]

 

[birdlip]

the south downs for me

 

[m20gull]

This one

 

[csider]

this bit.

Is that Portland road?

 

[Harold]

Sussex 1902

God gave all men all earth to love,
But, since our hearts are small
Ordained for each one spot should prove
Beloved over all;
That, as He watched Creation's birth,
So we, in godlike mood,
May of our love create our earth
And see that it is good.

So one shall Baltic pines content,
As one some Surrey glade,
Or one the palm-grove's droned lament
Before Levuka's Trade.
Each to his choice, and I rejoice
The lot has fallen to me
In a fair ground-in a fair ground --
Yea, Sussex by the sea!

No tender-hearted garden crowns,
No bosonied woods adorn
Our blunt, bow-headed, whale-backed Downs,
But gnarled and writhen thorn --
Bare slopes where chasing shadows skim,
And, through the gaps revealed,
Belt upon belt, the wooded, dim,
Blue goodness of the Weald.

Clean of officious fence or hedge,
Half-wild and wholly tame,
The wise turf cloaks the white cliff-edge
As when the Romans came.
What sign of those that fought and died
At shift of sword and sword?
The barrow and the camp abide,
The sunlight and the sward.

Here leaps ashore the full Sou'west
All heavy-winged with brine,
Here lies above the folded crest
The Channel's leaden line,
And here the sea-fogs lap and cling,
And here, each warning each,
The sheep-bells and the ship-bells ring
Along the hidden beach.

We have no waters to delight
Our broad and brookless vales --
Only the dewpond on the height
Unfed, that never fails --
Whereby no tattered herbage tells
Which way the season flies --
Only our close-bit thyme that smells
Like dawn in Paradise.

Here through the strong and shadeless days
The tinkling silence thrills;
Or little, lost, Down churches praise
The Lord who made the hills:
But here the Old Gods guard their round,
And, in her secret heart,
The heathen kingdom Wilfrid found
Dreams, as she dwells, apart.

Though all the rest were all my share,
With equal soul I'd see
Her nine-and-thirty sisters fair,
Yet none more fair than she.
Choose ye your need from Thames to Tweed,
And I will choose instead
Such lands as lie 'twixt Rake and Rye,
Black Down and Beachy Head.

I will go out against the sun
Where the rolled scarp retires,
And the Long Man of Wilmington
Looks naked toward the shires;
And east till doubling Rother crawls
To find the fickle tide,
By dry and sea-forgotten walls,
Our ports of stranded pride.

I will go north about the shaws
And the deep ghylls that breed
Huge oaks and old, the which we hold
No more than Sussex weed;
Or south where windy Piddinghoe's
Begilded dolphin veers,
And red beside wide-banked Ouse
Lie down our Sussex steers.

So to the land our hearts we give
Til the sure magic strike,
And Memory, Use, and Love make live
Us and our fields alike --
That deeper than our speech and thought,
Beyond our reason's sway,
Clay of the pit whence we were wrought
Yearns to its fellow-clay.

God gives all men all earth to love,
But, since man's heart is small,
Ordains for each one spot shal prove
Beloved over all.
Each to his choice, and I rejoice
The lot has fallen to me
In a fair ground-in a fair ground --
Yea, Sussex by the sea!

 

[csider]

south downs, hitting the 23, the marina on a windy day, driving over the bridge going toward arundel. plus most of the above....

 

[The Oldman]

The first glimpse of the downs driving down the A23; the view of Firle Beacon driving down from the Southerhan roundabout; the seven sisters.

 

[m20gull]

And from Bury Hill looking down over the Arun flood plains (especially when flooded!)

 

[Lindfield by the Pond]

lindfield pond if im not mistaken

Lindfield by the pond I'll have you know!

Balcombe Viaduct is another great view of sussex, especially with a sunset the other side

 

[Trigger]

That does it for me, that is HOME.

 

[seagullsovergrimsby]

in a car , when you get to the pylons , on a train , when you pull into Brighton station thats when I know I'm back home.