Green fields and blue skies on the South Downs Way

SDW Adventures

26th January 2015

This time of year is interesting. Christmas is over and people are looking ahead to adventures to come. Enquires about walking or riding the South Downs Way steadily increase, but last week I was pleased to hear back from someone who had asked for advice last year.

In early spring last year a lady called Josie called me to say she was thinking of pushing a cart along the SDW and was this possible? Nothing really suprises me any more, we get all sorts of requests for advice, but this adventure did sound really interesting, one because she was planning to push a cart the type of which I had never seen before and two because she was planning to do this with 3 young children! Having a young son myself I could well imagine the complexities and fun of such an adventure.

So it was a real pleasure to hear back from Josie to say “I did it!” and she has written up her adventure with great pictures on her blog. Its well worth a read see it here at

Over the years we’ve had many interesting SDW journey from self propelled wheelchairs and unicycles to ponies, lamas and people dressed up as ponies!  We love to hear about peoples plans for the SDW however ambitious, but we love to hear about how they went event more, so do let us know in writing, pictures or as Lizzie has done, poetry. Here is Lizzie Ballagher’ next poem “Kestrel over Cuckmere”. Read more of Lizzie’ work on her blog


Kestrel over Cuckmere                        

At the vanishing point,

At the apex

Of the painting’s frame,

A love-knot clots

In the veins of pallid sky where

A small bird hovers & hangs:


Bonny blue-barred kestrel

Brooding the wind’s wild spirit,

Darts of light descending

On fronds & ferny heather

From the flickering drift

Of trembling chestnut wing-lift.


Invisible, cowering below, shy voles

And infant rabbits hesitate along the edge.

But she has fledglings now to fend for

And falls to work:

The pouring down of feathered fire

Upon their dreaming heads.


Faster than thought, she plummets

To the twisting silver strands & skeins

Of the mirror-perfect river.

Shuddering wheat seeds furl

Their kernels in their folds:
Frail arks by waters of destruction.


                                    © Lizzie Ballagher


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