The Devils Dyke
The place I used to play, that and the surrounding hills, the days before smart phones, laptops and tablets. Building den’s out of stacked bales of hay. Generally making a nuisance of myself, coming home to cold dinner in the oven was the highlight of those days, I’d love to turn the clock back just for a bit.
There is one feature that has stood permanently for as long I can recall, that’s the brick structure known as the Fort. The pub just over the field has fed and watered me on a few occasions, a nice cold pint after a bike ride on a hot day was just what was needed.
Of course the view commanding and for the first time quite breathtaking you can sit for hours just watching a looking. Family picnics, cuddling couples in the long grass it has it all. Did I mention the Ice Cream van.
But the main reason and the biggest of pulls to the Dyke is the valley, this is where folklore and tale play a cool twist on things. Its been said that the devil began to carve out the valley to drown the residents of the Sussex/Weald, only to be disturbed by a chicken, which led to the devil thinking it was morning…The story has many differences. But when you walk to the bottom your greeted with an old spring. Then a gate that runs down to field. The walk back up is true to its word, as if the devil had indeed dug it out. Its a mission for strong legs but well worth the effort.
So, who lit the lamp the disturbed the Devil? guess we will never know. If you have never been I urge you to go, take a picnic and walk to the bottom. Grab a pint on the way back.