Jack and Jill and a walk on the South Downs
On Saturday, after getting up early and spending all morning scurrying around various record stores in Brighton for Record Store Day, Jon and I took Maxi and Spud on a search for a nice pub with a good garden so we could get some lunch and enjoy the sunshine. We left Brighton and headed out of town to the the Jack and Jill Inn in Clayton, which Jon thought his parents had said was tasty, but turned out they hadn’t exactly enjoyed it?-but anyway, we ate there and I had venison and Jon had lamb and the dogs dozed in the sunny garden and it was pretty perfect.
At the very top of that picture, at the top of the hill, you can see a little windmill. Two windmills if you squint! And that’s Jack and his life partner, Jill Windmill, and up to their lofty perch is where we headed after our lunch.
We spent a lovely hour or two walking in the countryside, seeing lots of other folks on our way who were equally eager to enjoy the first spring-like weather we’ve had this year. There were mountain bikers and serious hikers, more casual people like us, and lots of dogs with their owners. The temperature wasn’t enough to make it actually hot, but we could enjoy a nice breeze and the sun on our faces. It was enough.
Part of what I love about walking on the downs is how completely connected it all is to the fields and wildlife surrounding it. Lambs, only a few weeks old, literally frolicked in the field, bleating and running around on their wobbly new legs. Their parents lazily gazed at us as we wandered by.
This horse ate its way down a little trench not more than a foot from us. Spud was transfixed. He loves horses!
It was a beautiful day on the downs. We came home, and I took a nap, and I can’t say there’s much more that can be asked for on a sunny Saturday in spring. Right?