|Chris Hare in full flow|
After the talk we walked into the village via the Downs. It was cold, but dry, and although the valley was not in full bloom or (for that matter) any bloom at all nothing could detract from its soft beauty.
Amberley Village is a very interesting corner of England although because it is beautiful and within commuting distance of London, needless to say, the real locals moved out years ago. This is largely a bad thing. One of the few advantages is that the Yuppies, who have moved in, have spent significant sums on maintaining the character of a number of properties.
|The assembled mob|
|Amberley Castle. You can just see the toilet chute at the bottom of the wall!|
|Hannah, clearly enjoying the view of the Brooks|
|Sid, are you related?|
After enhancing the cultural life of the pub we returned to the The George and Dragon where we polished off the day with English Folk music and the occasional Scots Gaelic song. All in all a good time was had by all and we look forward to gallivanting in, and around, Gumber Corner (Belloc's favourite) this coming May. Here is a poetic appetiser penned by HB:
Lift up your hearts in Gumber, laugh the Weald And
you most ancient Valley of Arun sing.
Here am I homeward from my wandering,
Here am I homeward and my heart is healed.