Whilst keeping an eye on my Strava times, the simple visual pleasure of cycling never ceases to surprise me. This beautiful tunnel leads down to Ghosty Dip and then up to the top of Brede Hill.
This morning's commute along the path that stretches along Rye Harbour Nature Reserve was populated by beautiful birds. Terns swept through the sea mist. A startled heron, grebe, nesting oystercatchers, lapwing, wandering avocets and a solitary kestrel hovering above the yellow sea poppies on the shingle. I'm looking forward to the ride home.
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