I liked it as well, I had to make a detour on the Pevensey levels due to 'frisky' cows' but it proved easy to do. My first wild camp was a couple of miles before Battle, there was a flatbed trailer parked on the edge of a wood, I just put my groundsheet, mattress on the wood planks etc and slept 3' from the ground. The following morning after having breakfast in a Battle cafe I always remember sitting on a bench sorting myself out, watching and listening to a grandad and a grandma who were showing their two grandchildren around. It was the children's names that got stuck in my brain, Stylus and Elgar. I also remember the scenery, the really hot weather, the wonderful balmy nights and the great pubs en route. At the finish I hitchhiked home, one man driving to Southampton, who kindly dropped me at my front door.
