More undiscovered England for you. Though no doubt Dick and Dave have been here. They’ve been everywhere.
If you look closely the main surviving structure at Bramber Castle resembles BRAPA.
I believe the Normans knocked down the rest to avoid it being turned into a micro pub by rampaging Kentish men.
A peaceful site with views across the Downs, frequented by ramblers and escapees from Steyning, a town built entirely from antiques.
Bramber feels little more than a street leading down from the castle.
But it’s some street.
There’s a Great Western Hotel where cream tea probably costs you two pints, and the intriguing Castle Inn, after which the tourist attraction up the hill was named. I can’t quite believe the price of their refreshments.
Unfortunately the Harvey’s inside isn’t quite as cheap, but the young barman compensates by saying “lovely jubbly” as I hand over a fistful of coins, obviously in homage to Simon’s recent post.
The Darkness Number 1 plays, building works rumble on, carried out by “Renovate and Extend Ltd.”, and a gentle person comes in to enquire about an orange moneybox left in the pub after the WI session on the Pravha last night.
Despite the sign of good food, I resist.
The loos are out of action, so I’m directed upstairs to the facilities in Guest Room 8. which looks pleasant.
And the Harvey’s?
S’ok. Not enough to edge you off the Pravha though. For Harvey’s that good, you need Lewes or Borough.