You sent me back over 40 yrs (oh Gawd he’s off again
) mentioning Alfriston because I once had three very quick pints in the George there during a Sandhurst exercise.
It was a timed night march along the South Downs way where we got dumped off adjacent Eastbourne Golf Club and were set off in ’bricks’ (a 4 man patrol) every so often. We started sometime in March as it was getting dusky and I worked out if we speed marched to Alfriston we could squeeze in a couple of wets before closing time. We could then make up time later during the night. We had 17 & a half hours to be just N of Chichester…. Plenty of time
Well we stuck the radio aerial out of the window and sent a couple of location reports, as we were obliged, but not entirely accurately
. The quick beers ended up taking maybe half an hour or more. They were refreshing, the locals seemed amused by squaddies in the bar and we had LOADS of time.
Well we set off again at a fair lick but I remember the bladder stops and a change in the weather as fog descended and so did the temperature. The midnight Mars bar was a lifesaver. Visibility was crap and we had a startled encounter with stampeding cattle sometime in the small hours. If you’ve never walked the South Downs you won’t appreciate the elevation changes where the river valleys penetrate to the sea or how pretty Brighton can look twinkling above a layer of freezing fog 50’ below the top of the Down. By this point our schedule was looking extremely dodgy because we were breaking through frozen crusts of mud into cattle churned soil and visibility was down to a few feet. You simply couldn’t move fast AND navigate without risking major route deviations or falls.
When dawn came up the mist started to burn off and we had to run most of the last 5 miles to make the checkpoint. I say ‘checkpoint’ because after 48? miles overnight we had a three mile timed run to breakfast and the bus back to Camberley.
I remember nothing of that journey but the night March, run & egg banjo before collapsing? Oh it’s still pretty vivid. Mostly because of the pub interlude that caused all the grief. Just after commissioning our Directing Staff Captain (invalided out of Hereford to recover from a back injury parachuting) asked us what on earth had happened because he’d run ahead to join our group and accompany us part way. We told him we’d been in the pub. He laughed his socks off. He might not have done if he’d had to go as far, as fast, as we did! I have never been so lean or fit as that night in Alfriston.