Meet at Lewes railway station car park at 10.30 am outside the very posh bicycle storage facility.
Catch the 10.12 from Brighton, arriving 10.28 or the 10.17 arriving 10.32 or why not ride from home? Riding from Brighton will add about 8 miles to your journey one way. Why not ride out and take the train back?
Return trains to Brighton at 16.22 and 16.44. Home before dark I should think.
Lunch at The Royal Oak, Newick.
1 Church Rd, Newick, Lewes BN8 4JU. Jimmy and Beryl, would like to offer everyone, and dogs! (no cats) a very warm welcome to our friendly and traditional country pub! Offering a good range of quality beers, wines, ciders, spirits and home cooked food! (Food served 7 days a week from 12-3pm and 6-9pm!) Phone: 01825 722506
I’ll book for about 10 people. Attendees please confirm to email@example.com.
My landline is 01273 776361 and mobile 07814 257495
According to Google Maps we travel through Hamsey, Barcombe, Spithurst Road and on to Newick. They are some hills but pretty ones. Apart from getting out of Lewes the roads are minor with little traffic. We should be able to chat a bit on the way. It’s a nice route and one I use to Fletching, a bit further on. Jenny knows the area well, so if we get lost (if she comes) we’ll follow her.
For those who like a bit of interest to their itinerary St. Mary’s Church on the way to Barcombe is worth stopping at. Flint elevations and a prominent steeple single it out. I stopped here some years ago attracted not only to the church but also to the sound of the music wafting from the building. Inside I met with the music maker, a woman. We spoke for some time and she told me of the old saying, “going to the wall”. It seems in days gone by before pews were used the elderly tired of standing were allowed to sit on benches lining the walls of the church. Hence the saying. Interesting, if you stop awhile its surprising what you can find? Only by bike!
May the road rise up to meet you
may the wind be always at your back
may the sun shine
warm upon your face
the rain fall soft upon your fields
and until we meet again
may God hold you
in the palm of his hand
An old Irish saying.