Day 8 Hastings

It was pitch black, and we hadn’t made it to the campsite yet. We’d had this idea to follow a horse path over the hill. It should have taken us directly to a campsite. We had found the entrance to the path hidden at the end of a residential neighbourhood. It looked like a well-defined path but got very bushy, which slowed us down. The path was supposed to cross an empty field, but by the time we’d made it to the field, the night was making it difficult to see where the path even was. The field had been ploughed too so there was no chance of seeing the path through the crops. Should we cross the field going North? Or East? It was impossible to see the end of the field, or to cycle through it, we had to push.

We wandered a bit lost through the seemingly unending field in the darkest of nights, a strong wind in the face, getting spooked by pheasants running away from us. For the first time, I was glad Josh decided to mount this out-of-proportion motorbike light on his bicycle.

The thing is powerful.

When we finally got out of this nightmare scene, I swore I wouldn’t travel by night again. Haha.

We spent the next day stopping to pet all of the fluffy animals the English countryside had put on our way, and it made everything better.