[identity profile] pondhopper.livejournal.com 2013-12-12 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Is that the view from your mother's house?
It's lovely!
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[identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com 2013-12-13 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
No, it's the view from the back of the stables where my mother keeps one of her horses.

The nearest big town is Eastbourne.

[identity profile] moth-wingthane.livejournal.com 2013-12-12 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Not a million miles from me. Certainly a lovely part of the country.

[identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com 2013-12-13 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
I love the South Downs.

[identity profile] davesmusictank.livejournal.com 2013-12-12 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
I know the area very well as i have a friend who lives in Seaford.

[identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com 2013-12-13 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
I was a school a few miles to the west of here.

[identity profile] porsupah.livejournal.com 2013-12-13 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, definitely not such a bad neck of the woods. ^_^ That’s around where the Eight Bells is, ne? A pub I’d’ve gone to a bit more often, had there been a bus service more than something like twice a week. (And walking there seemed like a dicy proposition) Still, it made for a great after-work venue on occasion, especially in the warmer months, out in the beer garden, with that kind of view to enjoy.

[identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com 2013-12-13 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
That's right. We had lunch in the Eight Bells yesterday.

[identity profile] charliemc.livejournal.com 2013-12-13 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Looking like THAT right now??? Stunning. Makes me wish I was there... (How cold -- or not cold -- is it there?)

What a view.

[identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com 2013-12-13 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
It was a small window of fine weather. An hour or so later it had clouded over. I guess the temperature was a few degrees above freezing.
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[identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com 2013-12-13 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you

There was a big heap of brushwood piled up against the back of a barn and I had to to negotiate my way around it to get the shot I wanted.