The South Downs are beneath the rolling hills in the background, the meandering River Cuckmere is beneath and the sheep are grazing in the fields.
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I went for a late afternoon walk in Seven Sisters Country Park. The sea is about 800 meters behind where I was standing, so when the wind blows from that direction is carries salt. As a result, this area does not get spectacular autumn colours. That said, in a few weeks there may be more yellow leaves. The weather is still warm enough to be comfortable without a jacket.
The woodland here is Friston Forest, which was planted in the 1920s. It was an experiment by the Forest Commission to see if commercial trees could grow behind a shelter belt of beech and other sea-tolerant trees.
The buildings are a visitor centre (this is in the South Downs National Park), but they were originally part of a farm .
Plaque reads -
This plaque commemorates the soldiers who died in this area and specifically in this field during World War II. Their numbers are unknown but their memory lives on.
The following is a personal testimony from Corporal LESLIE EDWARDS 1920-2004, a local man who served in the area and laid poppies on this spot every Remembrance Day until his death.
"I will never forget the day in 1940 when a Canadian company came to Cuckmere and pitched their tents in this field. I was stationed here and knew that bombers regularly used this valley for navigation purposes. I tried to tell the commanding officer but he was not interested in what I had to say. Two mornings later the Messerschmitts arrived. Just as the sun was rising they came skimming over the water and up the valley. Around Alfriston they banked hard and came back. Bearing down on the tents they opened fire. Steam, soil and grass rose in front of them as bullets and bombs entered the ground. All the young men in the marquees and bell tents were killed. The commanding officer, who was shaving at the time in the middle coastguard cottage, died instantly when a shell went through the wall that held his mirror."
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land.
Christina Rossetti