Plumpton, itself

As the sound of a passing car died away, Gorse Fox could hear a pint of Sussex ale calling his name. He was hesitant at first, having been brought up not to talk to strangers. He decided, however, it would be churlish to refuse and entered a lively discourse with said pint of foaming ale.





There isn't a lot to Plumpton. It's a quaint little village that seems to have lost in a timewarp. Even the old Garage is still there, though the pumps have long-since been removed.





Around the corner is the old School House. This is obviously another relic of a bygone era (probably lacking in funding from the government!).