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I am co-director of the Leaping Word Poetry Consultancy, which provides advice for poets on writing, editing and publishing, as well as qualified counselling support for those exploring personal issues in their work - https://theleapingword.com. My fifth poetry collection, Learning Finity, is now available from Indigo Dreams or directly from me.

Thursday, 5 August 2021

A Return to Cuckmere Haven

There was a balloon fly-past along our street yesterday morning, as part of this year's Covid-secure fiesta, which made for an auspicious start to the day's long drive to the South coast and back, to visit my daughter. 

And the day, spent (mostly) in Cuckmere Haven, which is one of my favourite places, lived up to the hype.

After lunch in the Cuckmere Inn, we walked down to the sea. The last time I was here, in late September 2017, it was autumnal. Yesterday it was summery and hot, but not quite too hot, which was a relief.

  Small cabbage white on fleabane

We made our way down to the sea along the flower- and butterfly-filled lane that runs along the right-hand side of the valley. 

Thistledown pretending it's sheep's wool

Glimpse of the cliffs

Chalk Hill Blue butterflies on vetch

Common Centaury


Looking back up the meandering River Cuckmere 

Down on the beach I found a handy bit of wall to sit on. It's funny but once you've got your eye in, interesting pebbles present themselves even when you aren't really looking. Here's a hagstone masquerading as a geode. Or vice versa.

Down on the water's edge, where the River Cuckmere meets the sea, it's easier to get a sense of why this run of cliffs is called the Seven Sisters.

Just visible on the furthermost cliff is Belle Tout lighthouse, which we visited a couple of summers ago. And in the opposite direction, the coastguard cottages on Seaford Head. 

Seaford Head 

The looping River Cuckmere comes to its conclusion

The trouble with a long car journey is that the day's inevitably curtailed. One day I'll have a holiday in East Sussex. For now, though, it was time to head back up the valley, taking the path running along the right bank of the river, with a final goodbye from an unseen but nearby raven. 

Swan and little egret


An expanse of salt marsh

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