For a long run I went, for the first time for ages, to Bo Peep, near which place many of the Seaford Marathon field were lost in the mist. Today the weather was completely clear, though the strong winds made going hard. There can be no space in England where one has a greater sense of openness than here. At Bo Peep I stood and looked down on Plumpton Plain, with a view of Charleston, Alciston, Berwick and Arlington Water. Many of the fields are now ploughed.
Nature notes: rabbits, of course, but partridges too, scuttling along. A field-full of sheep bleated like lost souls; a tractor pulled a load of hay over the hills.
