Singletrack Issue 127 Classic Ride | The South Downs

They say variety is the spice of life – how hot do you like your spice? 

Words & Photography Tom Hutton

All I could think about was a pint of ice-cold Coke. And I don’t even drink Coke. In truth, it wasn’t all I could think about, nor was it even the treat I’d desired most at that precise moment – that would have been a plunge into the icy, clear, blue-green waters of a tumbling mountain stream. But that was just never going to happen near Worthing. 

The chilled sugar-fest may have only been second best, but it was also a distinct possibility – one I’d intended to make happen at the first opportunity. 

That opportunity was Findon, the next village en route. And when the Black Horse came into sight, part of me wondered if it could even be a mirage. It wasn’t.