If you're an opera lover, you might have used this train station to visit Glyndebourne. I've driven and cycled past it many times. Not today. Today I stopped.
I skipped the artist date in weeks six and seven. I was determined not to miss it in week eight. Returning from a visit to my Nana's home, I decided to pull in and explore the village.
Glynde is a pretty village. Lots of stone cottages dating back to the 1800s, little allotments around them, a village pub, a lazy river, a quaint train station and an impressive cricket club.
I spotted a sign for a footpath in the direction of a wooded area (I'm a sucker for woodland) so I followed it. Inside the wood I found several makeshift shelters and a rope swing; an amazing hidden playground for local kids.
Then I headed into the open to see what I could find: mostly rabbits, hedgerows, flowers, chalk, manure, more rabbits, and a vast rolling field of a baby crop.
In the field beyond I stopped beside a cycling track. Through a foot tunnel I watched even more rabbits hopping about beside a wooden barn. Like a scene from Watership Down. Then a lorry rumbled along the road above and reminded me that this was reality. This was the South Downs in the 21st Century. I filmed the moment...
Richard Pettitt, cartoonist.