Tuesday, March 20, 2012

 

Piddinghoe. Sussex.

Piddinghoe......amusing little name.
Can't find an old meaning for the name.
It was a stopping off point sometimes as we cycled back from Newhaven to our summer home on Beddingham Hill. in the 1950s.
Bill and I stopped there on Sunday.

Piddinghoe church as a norman round tower.
I must have been listening to some of the things my Dad was trying to teach us.
Goodness - I was even quoting him as we talked with a cyclist on Sunday; telling the man about the 3 round towered churches of the Ouse valley.

The primroses are lovely aren't they?




















Cottages and daffodils by Bill.

The village sign.
You may have noticed the fish wind vane on the church spire.
The sign is topped by a fish too.



















White house, black sky.
We were in for a shower of rain.
By Bill.








































The tide is quite low.
We are looking across to Beddingham Hill - see those 2 aerials on the hill in the distance.
The family camp was on the other side of that hill - about  a 6 mile ride away on our bikes.


Bill by the boat house. There is a sloping ramp down to the river.
Piddinghoe was a centre for smuggling.


















Piddinghoe by the river - with new smart houses. (by Bill).
Between 2 houses near the right of the picture you can see the last remaining bottle shaped brick kiln in the country.
Many bricks made at Piddinghoe went to build the elegant and impressive railway viaduct at Balcombe.



































You can see the brick kiln again in this picture.



Robin sings us a song to take home with us in our hearts.