We went to Lewes. There's a pub where Tom Paine used to drink. It says it's famed round the world as the birthplace of American liberty. Yeah right. Tell that to the marines.
(I'd thought "tell it to the marines" had to be a 20th century Americanism, but I stumbled across it yesterday in The Small House at Allington. Trollope, you know. Which takes it back to the 1860s at least. It might still be an Americanism- Trollope wasn't above such things- but on the whole I think not; if he'd recognised it as such he'd have said something like "as our transAtlantic cousins say" and he didn't. By the way, The Small House is a tremendous book.)
Then we went to Ditchling. We noticed there's a museum of arts and crafts. Cool. I've read up about it since. Ditchling is where Eric Gill settled and inspired a generation of craftspeople to settle round him- and the museum is apparently rather special. Now we need to go back.
For me the highlight of the day was stopping on top of Ditchling Beacon and getting out of the car and walking on downland turf and hearing skylarks.