Countryside perils
A late afternoon stroll in the Sussex countryside should be a calming, mindful experience.
That is until you come across a wall of Alpacas turning towards you in one synchronous movement. Slowly. Silently. Deliberately. 36 ice cold eyes staring you down, just daring you to open the gate and tread the public foot path across their field…
The sun may sink much more quickly than expected, but you are bound to find civilisation eventually… for example, a totally creepy 12th century church. If it’s nearly dark, definitely stop to sketch it. 
Whilst you are deeply engrossed in capturing the sinister trees, try not to wet yourself when one of your party sneaks up behind you and calls your name to break that awkward silence.
Excellent walk courtesy of Ben Perkins, Waterside walks in Sussex, Shermanbury and Wineham.
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That’s a whole weeks worth of gay propaganda in one day, which hopefully serves as atonement for missing the parade this year!
Today, although it was a grey day, the summit was surprisingly clear. So I had to find a new reason.
I abandoned the disastrous sketch and opted to do the 
The views of Clew Bay are excellent. Even the sheep agree. Here’s 
Down in the village I finally got to see the Fisherman’s Memorial. Those cyclists took off pretty quickly. Must have been the way I looked at them! 
My personal pilgrimage could only end at the 
The village itself is silent, save for the twitter of little brown bog birds and the odd ‘baa’ of the horny sheep.
Around the bend, a little way on, we are faced with bus-loads of tourists in the not-so-deserted part of of the village.
I ran across the field in front of the house whilst finishing this one, but I think the wonkiness adds to it! The tour waits for no one!
3. Go to Vaughan’s in Kilfenora for a pint. Also featured in ‘Are you right there Father Ted’. 
After all that culture, I needed a bit of nature, so finished up at the Cliffs of Moher.
Beach-watching and sunburn at Lettergesh.
After being bombarded with rain drops the size of apples at Aashleagh falls, I was relieved to stand, legs akimbo and dry my trousers at the 
The weather continued to race through this sobering spot where hundreds died in 1849.