Walking Home
The Walk Home from Brighton, along the south downs way. We camped out wild camping and walked the 30 odd miles from Brighton to Heyshott via a few pubs. I'm only 13 months old, luckily the tent and stuff and a bottle of bubbles was carried for me!
Well first we had to get to Brighton, so we could walk home. You need to be somewhere to be able to walk home. We ran for the bus at Cocking, caught a train from Chichester to Brighton and arrived in Brighton with a few hours to spare before our next bus.
And the ice cream was very good too.
And the camping, just making sure daddy can pitch the tent right and can knock the pegs in well enough, I can help too, I have a stone....knock knock.....that's better daddy.
and to the trig points...I made it with my bubbles.
And we got home to Heyshott in time for tea, after four days of adventure and three nights under canvas.
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