Arundel was its usual charming self. The most dangerous threat, the calorie laden cream and sweet jam on the scones we devoured. All under the lee of the impressive castle and surrounding walls. A stroll around the canal to work off the surfeit of sugar and onwards.
We travelled on and then north of Chichester to Kingley Vale. Ancient Yew trees dating back centuries entwined us in their branches. Imagining a coven of witches, or a Druid working their spells beneath these very trees, was easy. Some say that within this gnarled kingdom, there grow some of the oldest things in Britain. As if not enough, you can climb up the Vale, still working off the scones, and look across the Vale and forest South.