Shoreham

On Sunday morning, for our usual fix of fresh air and relative calm, we visited the quiet and delightfully pretty town of Shoreham (pronounced shorrum). It's amazing that almost all of these unknown little places have some sort of unusual attraction. This village, for instance, had a cross on the hillside, a bird of prey sanctuary and the ruins of a castle nearby. We walked up and over the 'famous' crossed hill and did a loop of about 11km out into the surrounding countryside and back into town along a river, stopping for a quick bite to eat along the way. A top way to spend a warm weekend morning.