Day ten - A24 to Amberley

Day ten - A24 to Amberley 

“Baa Baa black sheep,  have you any wool?  Yes sir,  yes sir,  two velvety bags full” 

It was raining today causing rivulets of water down the sloped paths and puddles on the flat.  Mist was sweeping across the hills. 

My first find of the day was what looked like an old WW2 bunker, however it was in a run down condition and it was hard to tell what it was. 

On top of the hill I met some beautiful looking sheep.  There were two black-as-black-can-be young sheep.  Their coats looked wonderfully velvety. 

After mistaking a distant cow's moo for a donkey’s bray, I came across a water trough that looked like a bath, amusingly. 

Then, on not such a comical a note perhaps, I spotted the grim reaper!  Well no actually, but it could have been.  Someone was walking their dog (or was it the hound of the Baskerville?) in a full-length hooded black coat, creeping rather menacingly through the mist! 

The downs are well known for the dew ponds, getting their names because it was once thought they filled up by dew.  Since then it has been discovered that rain is the source of the water, so you can imagine the irony while walking in the rain to come across a dried out dew pond, completely devoid of water, all but for a puddle.   

The next thing of note I happened across was a post with the name TED burnt into it.  Was this a memorial?  Who knows, but it was certainly very striking and caught the eye as you passed.    

I heard the following point of interest before seeing it: A little bird, singing from a trig point like Evita from her balcony.  “Don't cry for me...”