A good friend had booked all an East Sussex farm holiday accommodation for a leisurely 70th birthday celebration. Given the slowness of this spring and bitter easterly winds, we were glad of Fair Oak Farm’s cosy heating. It is a nice place with big communal barn, cowshed, stable and grainstore (all ensuite), peacocks and round eco-lodges in the trees. The farm’s traditional oast-house has an old Victorian postbox on the side.
The local lanes, paths and bridleways were pleasant enough, though only catkins and moss seem to be making any growth among last year’s debris. I liked the stone birds.
Intrepid map-readers Mike, Nick and Joan took us on a circular route with views over the Weald and the names (Swife Lane, Broad Oak, Mayfield, Witherenden, Froghole) were solid country English.
Could the skies and landscape, grey and dull, be called silver? Flattering: I think they are more tarnished silver at the moment. Our days there in excellent company were more platinum.