South Downs Waywards

 This walk, on Saturday 13th May, was our longest to date. It shouldn't have been.  The mileometer clocked in at just over sixteen miles, and this was in spite of the fact that we were a good two miles short of our intended destination (Southease) when we left the South Downs Way. Directionless finger posts. Directionless women. There were a couple of now somewhat-typical directional cockups. We left home at just after 7am, driven by the morning support team driver, Lord Lloyd. It took just over half an hour to reach Pyecombe and so we made a nice early start to our walk. But it was here that we made our first school-child error, and set off in the wrong direction. I'm blaming finger posts that just say 'South Downs Way' in both directions, without being specific. That, and a general lack of spacial awareness from which we both appear to suffer.  We made the obligatory steep climb up the hill, and had gone quite some way when we encountered a wooden scarecrow wearing a