From Saxon Down, the Gorse Fox climbed back into the field where he had started the climb to Mount Caburn, but sticking to the northern edge found his way down a little used farm track to Home Farm, and the village of Glynde once more.

Glynde has a huge reputation for such a small village. It hosts a Food and Drink festival and is also known for its link with opera (the art form, not the browser). On 28th May 1934 John Christie whose family had lived at Glyndebourne an old Tudor manor since 1617, opened the Glyndebourne Opera House. The building catered for about 300 people, and became synonymous with English Opera. In 1992 the building was demolished and a new one contructed, this was opened in 1994 seating 1150 people. Glyndebourne is now the major operatic centre in the UK.


Walking down through the village GF was struck by the elegance of this old lychgate. The weathered oak has evidently stood firm years, the Sussex flint wall setting it off against the churchyard beyond.


On the final stretch back towards the car, GF saw these cottages. He had noticed them earlier but this view shows the various changes that have adapted the cottage over the years.

A couple of hundred yards later GF was back at the car and getting ready for the drive home. A cyclist kicked up a cloud of chalk dust as he came to halt by the next car. "Good day for it" called the Gorse Fox, "Oui, monsieur" responded the cyclist. "It was windy up near the top of Mount Caburn" offered GF. "Oui, zo I voz at Bitchy Head" responded the Gaul. GF couldn't help bu wonder if he had taken a wrong turn last week and was desperately searching for the rest of the peloton who were, by now, climbing mountains the other side of France.