With Gordon now apparently dead set on building enormous housing estates across the South it's more important than ever to get out there and savour it before it goes forever. And savour it we did this afternoon, catching a train out there this Sunday morning and walking for hours across beautiful countryside.
At one point, in Shoreham, a Spitfire flew over. It was all deeply deeply British. And in the sunshine, with lovely beer and surrounded by jolly friends, you could see what those desperate brave men fought for sixty years ago.
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