The irony that my first London blog post isn’t actually about London is not lost on me. It is fair to say that I’m moving to the Capital with some trepidation (i.e. kicking and screaming). Believe it or not, not everyone wants to live here – at least initially. So for me, the times I have outside of the City are just as important as those spent in.
A one and a half hour drive round the M25 and out into open countryside (ahhhh, breathe!) and we arrived at our home for the long weekend, a lovely barn conversion just outside of Kirdford in West Sussex. Frank was overwhelmed! So many walks on the doorstep, and a great location to access other sights within Sussex.
We arrived late on Good Friday afternoon, so after having a few local walks helpfully pointed out to us, we set off for the award winning Kirdford village store – via a mini forest! The smells of wood-burning stoves and the sounds of birds chirping their different songs had an immediately relaxing effect.
On Saturday, after going on another little walk close to our cottage, I finally managed to drag my husband away from his work *insert tone of exasperation here* and headed for West Wittering Beach. Never having been to the South Coast before, this was well worth a visit! Had we more time I would’ve loved to spend longer there. Lovely light coloured sand, good long walk, dogs welcome. Tick, tick, tick. Also, 18,000 steps on the fit-bit which given my current waist circumference is all good news!
Easter Day saw us doing a big long walk around Kirdford, followed by a visit to Petworth House – a National Trust property with lots of artworks by Van Dyk, Turner, and many more. Then back to the Cottage to roast our Easter Lamb. Enjoyed with red wine then an early evening stroll to the village.
We were sad to say goodbye to our little home from home on Monday. We headed to Seven Sisters on the South Coast. It took a while to get there, but we spent a lovely two hours walking the Beach path from the Seven Sisters country park carpark to the cliffs and back again.
Then it was back to London. We decided to go the most direct route (which was definitely NOT the fastest), the journey took 3 hours! Much huffing and puffing and general complaining was done by myself (about the sheer injustice of being back in London) as we made our way through the South East suburbs at a snails pace. I have to admit that on our approach to the Blackwell Tunnel to cross the Thames, the City did look pretty impressive…. maybe London can persuade me it’s worth it… for now I reserve judgement and look back fondly at my ‘first escape’.