I didn't plan on producing any photographs, but this ad hoc halt at Partridge Green was too convenient to miss. |
I completely forgot to ride this open top Atlantean by unintentionally end-to-ending a trip that was supposed to last five minutes. Next time! |
Our departure from Horsham mostly consisted of speeding down a main road, complete with some very admirable homes tucked away by dense vegetation, which really was quite intrusive on the open topper! Shortly afterwards we crossed a modest two-track railway, used by Southern services between London Victoria and the South Coast, with this bridge almost acting as a boundary between suburbia and woodland, as the surroundings suddenly became reminiscent of the forest in The Blair Witch Project. An occasional isolated household or golf course provided some balance, until we were faced with two more roundabouts that marked the start of our journey into Southwater. This settlement is also served by some regular Metrobus services and is a mixture of green space and detached homes, with the appearance of a Hen & Chicken public house randomly prompting a load of speed humps. Our background also became much more residential, with the first customers since Horsham joining us at the caravan park, apparently catching this exact journey every running day. Southwater felt quite unique because the village extends significantly further than the main road, with traffic running through all the time, so the sporadic filling stations and shops make it feel far less isolated.
The Atlantean continued Southward bound at The Lintot pub, which was consistently busy all day. I even managed to glimpse a parade of shops behind the landmark, causing Southwater to feel like a town in its own right, further reinforced by the outcasts slightly further down, in the form of a kebab shop and Londis convenience store. After an uneventful few minutes, it was time to join a dual carriageway, with thick vegetation acting as a dividing strip between the Northbound and Southbound traffic. Enthusiasts who enjoy thrash more than anything would've been pretty satisfied with our Atlantean, despite the road twisting and turning a few times, but this animated section was over quickly, as it wouldn't be particularly convenient for passengers to catch the bus in the middle of a ditch.
Generally associating McDonald's with urban areas, I was surprised that our left turn simply involved traversing through more farmland, but we also picked up some considerable speed here. After a series of low trees, we entered the much more modest village of West Grinstead, also boasting very presentable retail outlets. My geography of the UK can be pretty rusty, but I was quite surprised to see this name when East Grinstead, served by Southern services from London, is on the other side of Crawley. Perhaps the two places are completely unrelated. From what I can gather, the number 3 is West Grinstead's most frequent bus service - us Londoners would be outraged with a mere four return trips a week!
North Littleworth had nothing more than a garden centre, but at this point mother nature started to become extremely pretty, especially from the unbeatable front seats upstairs. The Windmill Inn was randomly popular with enthusiasts, though I was perfectly satisfied with my Tesco meal deal obtained later on at the Holmbush Centre. A surprising right turn led to more beautiful British countryside, supplemented by some homes which weren't so tucked away, making this hamlet seem far more inviting. I later found out that our deviation was to serve Partridge Green, so comparatively substantial that a regular number 17 bus runs here, offering links to Horsham and Brighton. Our bus was particularly well-used along this stretch of road, where housing felt as dense as some outer London suburbs. Thanks to the astounding knowledge of fellow enthusiasts and the kindness of our driver, we paused here briefly for some photos, with the sun positioned perfectly too. The recreational football cages felt almost abandoned at 10am, as younger residents clearly took advantage of the bank holiday to catch up on their beauty sleep. I don't blame them, getting up at 5:30am wasn't particularly enjoyable.
When you jump on the bandwagon a little too late... it's a good job the driver waited for me! |
Bramber neighbours Upper Beeding and is definitely the most attractive settlement, with so many different materials showcasing themselves on the homes of this narrow street. The bridge over the Adur is perfectly placed; I can recall the whole bus craning their necks slightly to the left as the meandering river weaves its way through the hilly Sussex countryside. Our difficulty in navigating the narrow road was actually appreciated, allowing us passengers to savour this gem of a village just a little more. A fair few alighted to investigate the ruins of Bramber Castle, its presence being only slightly revealing from the bus route, but the majority continued through to Shoreham. Initially, I found our right turn onto a dual carriageway slightly perplexing, but after a few minutes of viewing more woodland and randomly placed elevated walkways, we entered the historic town of Steyning. The approach felt slightly odd, since the leisure centre can be found at quite a distance away from the main hubbub, but the high street was much more extensive than I first anticipated. It has been crafted very similarly to Bramber, though the art galleries and mixture of independent and familiar stores means I'd much rather spend time in Steyning. This was another popular destination, but not many people joined in the outskirts, where country house conversions are juxtaposed by single bungalows almost entirely surrounded by green space. According to the sign on this incredibly straight stretch of road we were entering Bramber again, but these lengthy diversions are acceptable on routes with such a normally hyper-local user base.
It became quite clear that we were approaching Shoreham-By-Sea as we met the river Adur once again, noticeably wider than our first encounter in West Grinstead, with its path downstream being adjacent to the by-pass. The display of multi-coloured terraced housing felt slightly absurd in the middle of nowhere, whilst enthusiasts in the know started to turn their heads as the atmosphere became slightly industrial, since this is where the Southern Transit garage can be found. I spotted several inns immediately after a low-key spaghetti junction, this marking our entrance into the much-awaited Shoreham. The first two minutes were surprisingly residential, but the sight of a Southern Class 377 trundling across the bridge provided some balance. With a thriving high street, harbour, riverside and beach, I was amazed at the attractiveness of this seaside town. It's absolutely worth exploring.
After a stop-off at the park, our path through an assemblage of tenements felt ever so slightly intrusive, whilst the uniformly white homes disguised the purpose of this strange detour. In fact, the railway station is situated immediately behind them, with our trip over the level crossing displaying a very busy platform. The mandatory accompanying down-to-earth shopping parade was over quickly, giving way to a grassed avenue and very elegant semis, but I couldn't help feeling apprehensive after we passed another park, a hundred more houses and a hospital. If it's the seaside you're after, it's best to abandon ship early, or take a local number 2 bus from the terminus back to the town centre (if you get a discovery the ticket will still be valid on this service).
Only a few people stuck it out until the Holmbush Centre, but there's no better place for a quick break, since it boasts a massive Tesco Extra, decent facilities, McDonald's (if you like) and many more eateries. Wandering around the aisles, I was able to reflect on my delightful journey and the exciting prospect of undertaking so many more. If my writing hasn't convinced you to take a ride, a YouTube video is probably more enticing anyway, but that isn't my style.
I'd like to thank Southern Transit for a fabulous day out, the drivers and conductors for being wonderful as ever, fellow enthusiasts for the art of conversation and handy recommendations, but most of all you readers, for actually sticking this post out until the end. It took forever to write and is probably wishy-washy at times, but I enjoyed it and that's what writing this blog is all about. To the running days!