A Gateway

 The C7 is a small road, a rural road, an ancient road…..

Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;
A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread
The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head …

GK Chesterton

 …it links the coast to the country….a gateway to a National Park…

“The Downs…too much for one pair of eyes, enough to float a whole population in happiness, if only they would look.”

Virgina Woolf

 …taking the visitor to Saxon and Norman age villages….

Three working farms, one vineyard, two pubs, three Norman churches and one Saxon age church. Two sites of special scientific interest,four different landscapes, one National Trust property. Two schools. There is such a lot in such a small distance

..meandering with the contours of the valley..

Sometimes the road is quiet, tranquil, reminscent of another time. Other times it is noisy, busy, unsafe.

 ……it is losing its identity….

congested, subsumed

transforming to a link road, carrying traffic from one trunk road to another

ten thousand vehicles a day

how many know of the history, the heritage, of the road they drive…….

Does it need to be like this?