I've just sat down to post this note of our walk last week, only to find that I never posted any details of leg 8. Ah well, perhaps I'll post those later.
We were very surprised, as we set out on this leg, to discover that the footpath actually passed through somebody's garden. We've walked up people's drives before, and climbed apparently private fences, but this was a first.
Last month the bluebells hadn't begun to flower; now they had almost passed over. But wait . . . what is that in amongst the bluebells?
Out of the woods, we were again on a country lane, although we had to wait awhile before progressing . . .
But we had to move on. Shortly, we encountered one of the signs of the times - an oast house with a vineyard.
More unusually, for these walks, we also started to see one or two fellow walkers.
This is the edge of Bewl Water, a reservoir built in the early 70s by damming a valley on the River Bewl, and now a major recreation spot. The woods sound more like a firm of solicitors though.
The reservoir is said to straddle the border between Kent and Sussex (which is what we are walking), but, curiously, I've yet to find a map which shows any part of the body of water in Kent. Anyway, as we followed the path round the water, we began to come across more and more people out enjoying the area and, at last, the summer weather.
Until we reached the yacht club, which was swarming with people.
This is the view back across the body of water, as we turned off the perimeter path and left the crowds behind.
Arriving in time at the bus stop in Flimwell.