I’ve been walking the Southdowns.
I even arrived in Brighton, but didn’t go much further.
It kept on raining. & 1 Of the soles of my shoes got loose.
I stayed in a youth hostel in a tiny village & walked my way to Lewes, to get my shoe repaired.
I felt lost.
Especially thanks to the old major in retirement who ran the hostel at that moment.
He treated me as if I was 1 of his soldiers. Which I was not.
The only thing I ever did was going to the boy scouts.
That’s what I think about when somebody reminds me of the Southdowns.