Sunrise on the Old Smugglers Coast, near Pevensey

One of my favourite out-and-back routes takes me across the reclaimed coastal marshes to the ancient village of Pevensey – an evocative ride for a romantic such as me. A couple of centuries ago much of this lonely stretch of coast was tidal and secret and thus a prime spot for smugglers bringing in all manner of things from France – brandy for the parson, ‘baccy for the clerk, laces for a lady, letters for a spy…. as Kipling had it. Indeed there was a pitched battle once between local smugglers and revenue men not far from where this image was taken, and where these days and this time of year I witness the sunrise on misty mornings such as this on the homeward leg of my ride.