Fourth Day of the South Downs Way

Pyecombe to Southease

Poems are good. Poems are easy. For those of you who hate poems, sorry. My deepest apologies. You are going to have them a lot on the blog. Or, at least whilst I am walking. 

As the walk was meant to be long today, Jack, Granny and I opted for the short route.

Because the nice man who we had stayed with was dropping our bags off at the next place, he said he would drop us off at Lewes.

Complicatedly, Lewes is said Lois.

Deciding to go to a castle or a house, we went... To the castle?

Enough. We went to a castle. And a museum.

Funnily, the castle was boring and the museum interesting. There was a model of the town!

Great. Then we had to go walking. 

Hurray!

I had sandwiches. As did everyone else. 

Jack had pork and cheese.

Kate (that's me!) had pork and cheese.

Luckily, before we got lost, we asked lots of people.

Merrily we walked along. We got lost.

Not for long, though. Some nice people showed us where to go.

Ouse was the river we walked on. You say it 'ooze'

Pretty was the river. I sound like Yoda. Pretty didn't get me far. I still got hay fever.

Queer was the river. I still sound like Yoda. But it was. Queer, that is.

Right. We got to a youth hostel. We thought we were alone.

So, we weren't. A school group came along.

Tactically, they stared at Jack as he exited our room.

Under adult supervision, too!

Very rude.

When they left, Jack left the room.

X for xylophone.

You are thinking that was unnecessary. It was unnecessary. So is this:

Z is for zoo