Apologies for the recent absence of posts, but the endless colds of an eight-month old and the endless, endless rain of late have kept me safely indoors (and dry, at least). Today, for once, the sun was shining. Remember the sun? Remember the clear blue sky? Remember being able to leave the house without the unwelcome addition of a sweaty cagoule? Today was the day, and it was a perfect day for a morning trip over the Juggs.
Juggs Road forms the downland path between Lewes and the small village of Kingston, and is part of an ancient route that cuts across the hills from Brighton to Lewes. If, like me, you like to avoid walks that see you creeping along main roads, lungs choking on exhaust fumes, then you’ll probably like this walk. It’s ideal for a Sunday morning, hilly enough that your legs get a work out, but short enough that you can be back in Lewes in time for your Sunday roast, and with views that will make you pause mid-stride, just to breathe it all in.
Juggs road takes it’s name from the baskets and earthenware jugs used by fishwives to carry their haul, as they made their way from Brighton to Lewes to sell their wares at market. Jugg (or Jug) was also a nickname for Brighton fishermen. Neolithic and Roman finds have also been recorded along the ancient ridgeway. Today the path is busy with ramblers, joggers, dog walkers, and desperate parents who have prised their young away from the computer screen. But don’t let that put you off, for despite the company, it’s still an extremely peaceful walk.
The well-worn path straddles sheep-filled farmland, and all around us the last bursts of Autumn fade to Winter.
The views as the path breaks into open-farmland are pretty spectacular, a panorama of green fields and soggy flood plains.
The path leads you into Kingston village, and delivers you to the door of The Juggs. We turned around and took the path back to Lewes and home, and all in under two hours.
Happy New Year!