Yesterday evening , on the way back from Thee Pubbe, I spied a recumbent looking vehicle parked on the side of the road on the edge of Crawley. It was more a long thin caravan than bike and light came from within, so I stopped for a chat.
The occupant turned out to be a woman called
Rosie Swale-Pope, who was running from London to Brighton towing the thing, inna horse and cart stylee, raising money for an organisation called
Pilgrim Bandits. She's
crazy rather inspirational, having done stuff like run round the world, run across Iceland, run across America, that kind of thing. Her plan for getting to Brighton seemed to be wait until late night, then set off southwards, when the traffic is lighter. I pointed out that her route was taking her over Ditchling Beacon and emailed her a possible alternative via Clayton Hill when I got home. Thinking about it though, going over Ditchling Beacon isn't too tricky for someone who has done the stuff she has. Oh, she was also sporting a cast on her arm, as she's got a broken wrist.
