white hart & cole's mill | horsing about in horsebridge

After Hellingly we were tired, wet, covered in mud, asbestos, lead paint, blood, and due to ripped trousers were showing more leg than a Playboy centrefold.

Therefore we looked just the ticket for enjoying a quiet pint with the Sussex locals.

Only problem, where’s the pub? But in the village of Horsebridge, our dreams came true.