After some deliberation I coaxed my legs back into working again on Saturday afternoon – for some inxeplicable reason I had felt tired and stressed all week – and pointed myself to the South Downs – this time going back to one of my most favourite of areas – the section bound by the River Adur to the East and the A24 to the West, that contains the two ancient “ring” settlements Cissbury Ring and Chanctonbury Ring (made by the Devil if legends are to be believed). I spent many hours on the hills between Findon and Steyning in my childhood and that is probably why I feel at home
Resting in the tree clump that is Chanctonbury Ring – looking south to the sea
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The route is correct (distance in miles)- I started in Shoreham and rode past the house my Mum lived in when she was a girl and then up past Lancing College. The elevation profile is suspect – it says I was at sea level while still 475 feet above on Cissbury Ring.
More puddles!
Winding my way to the foot of Cissbury Ring
Almost at Chanctonbury Ring.
A reminder that you shouldn’t try and read on sign a fence post a while going downhill in a rut!
Back down – seaward – Cissbury is on the left – just above the fence line.
