Day 7 Bognor Regis to Eastbourne - Dawn of the Dead

As we head gradually east, I can't help noticing a significant increase in the number of Funeral Directors in prominent locations. It's clear that they must do a lot of business round these parts, there was a chain of stores for one particular company who obviously had their heads screwed on when placing a stone mason's in the shop next door!
Today's ride picked up where yesterday's left off. Generally the going this morning was fairly easy. Living in Poole, you begin to take for granted the things on offer there which include sandy beaches (rather than pebbles) and a 10 mile long promanade along which you can cycle for 10 months of the year. However, it turns out that there doesn't appear to be any prom longer or more convenient along the whole coast and there are some remarkably cycle-unfriendly paths restricting cycle usage to "never".

This afternoon, we were back to the usual hills, etc. As we ventured up to the top of Beachy Head. Many people use this particular cliff (one of the Seven Sisters) to take 160 metre dives into rock beds. Perhaps this explains the funeral directors. With this in mind, it seemed only right to punish Dad for navigational errors earlier in the week and so I made him walk the proverbial plank. The result is pictured today. A steady downhill coast into Eastbourne finished the day nicely.