Anybody who has read more than one or two of the postings on this blog will be well aware that I am especially fond of that part of England known as the South Downs. These - the Downs - are a range of low hills running approximately parallel to the south coast of England for a distance of nearly 90 miles, chiefly in the counties of West and East Sussex. They have been immortalised in poetry by Rudyard Kipling and Hilaire Belloc:
The great hills of the South Countryand:
They stand along the sea,
And it's there, walking in the high woods,
That I would wish to be
And along the sky the line of the DownsAs recently as the 1930s, the Downs were largely grassland, grazed by great flocks of sheep, each with its attendant shepherd. Come World War II, English farmers were pressed to grow more wheat and much of the South Downs were put to the plough for the first time. Now there is an almost equal mix of arable and pasture. At least, this is the case in the vicinity of Brighton, as shown in this picture.
So noble and so bare.
Further east, by Eastbourne and Beachy Head, the countryside looks completely different, much more like moorland. I always think this must be what the whole of the Downs was like before the coming of the plough.
*The complete Belloc poem can be found here. Or Kipling's Sussex here.
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