The people of Cocking, we learned after having sat eavesdropping on three hours of ruthless gossip, are awful. Spiteful petty lot of xenophobes, including the owners of our bnb, Moonlight Tea Cottage. Which was adorable, I have to admit. And this elderberry sparkler is fantastic.
Bury to Cocking. Well past the halfway point. Walked into Bignor looking for Roman roads. Couldn’t find them. Only a sign in Latin. When we arrived in Cocking, the power was out for the whole village except for one pub which had a generator…and Board Games!!