The first half of the South Downs Way I enjoyed greatly, despite sore feet and sunburn and the other usual evils, and for some reason I really took to Chichester, where I spent most of my day off, despite it having no particular excitements, but the second half I wasn’t so bothered about - maybe I’d just had enough of downs, but the landscape seemed to feel a bit that way too, because there were no more dramatic edges.
Winchester I just went round and round with sore feet, and probably didn’t appreciate its merits. Today I went to Gilbert White’s house at Selborne, but it was half being renovated, with all the information piled in odd corners, and half filled with a wedding fair, and was generally a bit of a disappointment. I think the people who set it up were more interested in
(I’m now in York, which is both a location known to me and indubitably in the north!)