Between Crowhurst & Battle


I had a little “out” in East Sussex last weekend that I will share with the agog world. Nothing bad happened and it finished in a pub as usual so you may wish to skip this whole exercise, but I enjoyed it anyway.

The walk was based, loosely on this walk here , but deviates somewhat because I didn’t want a round-trip and anyway I did it wrong and ended up doing some of the coming-back bit going out. However.

Taking the train from my local station, West St Leonards,


to Crowhurst, which doesn’t have any reviews, I walked about half a mile down Station Road until I got to St George’s Church. It is worth detouring into the churchyard to see the yew tree that has been there since before the Norman Conquest.


(If you follow me on #SocialMedia you’ll have seen this tree already. Maybe I have a thing about trees).

Just over the fence there’s this.

This manor House was started by Walter de Scotney in the Twelfth Century. Scotney was a a man who went on crusade with Richard The Lionheart and… look it’s all here.

The name Scotney of course resonates in East Sussex – there’s also Scotney Castle half an hour up the A21 from here, first started by one Lambert de Scoteni. There’s a thing here that tells us that the Scotneys changed their name to Crowhurst after Walter’s execution. There you have it.

This isn’t getting us to the good bit (the pub) very quickly. so move on.

Passing the manor house and the jolly picnicking families, I entered the fields sloping to the Powdermill Stream.

I followed the stream, and this is where I deviated from the walk suggested. probably because I miscounted the footbridges or something. It didn’t matter, it’s not exactly the Gobi Desert, Where One Mis-Step Means DEATH. Basically follow the stream and you won’t go wrong.

This is nice,

Farm with donkey

It is Pepperingeye Farm. I suspect it is Got Up for the tourists because there are holiday cottages just around the corner, and that the donkey is there for eye-candy. It was just luck I had a tree behind me or there’d be my shadow ruining the photo. All these photos are all pretty awful anyhow. I’m tempted to blame the app. Yes let’s blame the app. The name of the app is (cont. overleaf).

Proper vintage road sign.

Across Powdermill Lane, you pass the back of the Battle Abbey grounds (“Strictly No Entry” etc. If they’d had those signs up in 1066 it might have changed history).


There was a cricket match going on in Battle at the richly-named Upper Stumblets. It appeared to be between a team of men who in former times would have been farriers & inn-keepers, and a team of 14 year-old boys. The 14 year old boys appeared to be having a fairly dour time of it so I moved on.

Incidentally when I was about 9 I thought the cricket match chapter from England Their England was the funniest thing I had ever read. I don’t know whether to test if it is still so or whether to let it lie.

A pint in The Bull Inn to finish, then past the Abbey to Battle Station & home. I thank you.

Obligatory Shot of Battle Abbey