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From Cliffe Hill G/SE-014, we drove into
the town of Lewes hunting for food. It was the evening of Thursday 29th
May 2008, and we found a chippy and went in. Jimmy and I both ordered fish &
chips, while Liam went for steak pie and chips. All was well until Liam reported
that his pie filling was stone cold. It was promptly returned, and ten minutes
later we received one in edible condition in its place - and a complimentary bag
of prawn crackers! I tried a few phone calls to Youth Hostels, but all viable
locations were full for the evening. I resigned myself to having to hunt for a
Travelodge or Travel Inn on the road later. Fed and watered, I turned the JimNav back on, to be directed out of Lewes on the
A27, and then right up a minor road. The summit car park appeared on the left,
and was quite busy, even approaching 8pm. The summit area and trig point was
only 200 yards further up the path, so we left Liam in the car listening to the
radio and made the final ascent. A few calls on the 2m FM calling channel with the VX-7R and RSS came to nothing, but there was other activity on the band. I invited myself into the local nets and explained the SOTA activation I was doing. This was enough to gain more than enough contacts for Jimmy and myself, as the locals were all very interested in our activity. It also provided for a crucially speedy activation so Liam wasn't on his own for too long, and I could resume the core business of finding somewhere for us to sleep. Thanks to the following stations, all worked on 2m FM with 5 watts:
Finding accommodation for the night now became the real challenge. I drove
for miles and miles along the A27, surprised not to see any roadside motels. Not
wanting to go much further west beyond the next morning's target of
Chanctonbury Ring G/SE-009, I turned
south towards Worthing. Still no cheap motels here, but loads of seaside hotels.
Most had no vacancies, but one that could accommodate us quoted £130 for the
night - not what I had in mind. Still, the young lady on reception directed me
towards Littlehampton where there was a Travelodge, she assured me. On the way
there, I first came across a Travel Inn. Pleasing was the sight of the sign that
read "All rooms £65". Not so pleasing was the sign that read "No vacancies".
Still, we hadn't reached the Travelodge yet. |
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