8. Brighton to Shoreham | 9.10.11
Squinting in the sun I walk past the colourful beach huts at Hove, a few souls swimming in the creamy surf. The walk then continues along the sea wall, the landscape becoming more and more industrial – thank goodness the sun is shining. Later I stop for directions and an old gentleman tells me the path “elbows to the right” into the ugly wharfs and wastelands of pre Shoreham.