We decided that a weekend camping in the van was a bit silly after the morphine-fuelled week before, so got a B&B for the Saturday night before the 180th birthday party (my aunt Annabel, cousin Rachel and her daughter Rose, 90, 60 & 30 respectively) in Lewes. This was the bedroom – perfect! Real quilted plush for the bed-head, and printed quilted wallpaper behind.
In the afternoon we’d walked down through Cuckmere Haven – more for memory’s sake than anything else. It’s so lovely, but very domesticated now, and extremely crowded. The sea wasn’t quite enticing enough to overcome my exhaustion, and although it’s very flat and only about 3 miles there and back, I’d pretty much had it by the end.