Monday 13th October 2025

It took us a train and two buses today to get to our starting point at Pagham for our walk back to Littlehampton. Our start points are getting further and further away as we conquer this Sussex coastline. I have to say that on today’s stretch we saw the most magnificent of beachfront properties – hotel like in their size and grandeur – beating previous days, in fact I’d say the most impressive I’ve seen in this country. And all so individual – I wanted to move into every one of them.

It would have been a perfect walk had it not been for the dreaded shingle – sadly a bit too much of it today. At first it felt like a good leg work out but the novelty soon wore off and towards the end we were a couple of grumpy OAPs moaning about our knees, hips, feet and blisters. It was interspersed with some solid path too and wherever we could we legged it down to the sandy shoreline which is always my favourite.

Still, the day passed without incidence, apart from fatigue (think it might be catching up on me) and at a slower pace we finally reached the port of Littlehampton – the end was in sight. Just a stroll across the bridge and down to the station, clocking up exactly 11 miles. Discovering we had 50 minutes to wait for the next train, we dragged our weary bodies a little further into town where we rewarded ourselves with tea and doughnuts from Greggs. A pure sugar rush of delight … thoughts of that painful shingle melted away.