Seaford is the finish of the line for rail travellers seeking a mangle from chaotic city life: there are many old people’s homes and the ambience on the two-mile-long dance is decidedly ‘restful’.
‘It’s easy to skip Seaford,’ says Dominic, owners of Frankie’s Beach Cafe.
‘You could take the No.12 sight from Brighton to Eastbourne and pass right by though noticing. It hides its treasures well. Maybe that’s because we adore it.’
Seaford exudes a southern attract and elegance, and has been welcoming day-trippers and some-more long-term visitors given 1864, when the railway opened.
The railway hire has a very prolonged height to accommodate all their luggage.
When visiting Seaford, it’s essential, for some reason, to pronounce the name with the highlight on the ‘ford’ rather than the ‘Sea’.
Here are 9 reasons to burst on the sight and see for yourself at Seaford.
The unconditional brook and the sunsets
The good brush of Seaford Bay stretches for 3 miles from Newhaven’s East Pier, past Tide Mills to Seaford Head, and the sunsets are spectacular.
The waves are dotted with windsurfers, even in winter, nonetheless the captivate is easy to see in summer when water temperatures can strech 20°C (68°F).
At Tide Mills the South Downs come right down to the shoreline.
The inlet haven has useful display boards, describing the flora and fauna, including the splendidly named buff-tailed bumblebee.
Tide Mills is a derelict encampment between Seaford and Newhaven, deserted in 1939.
The encampment was built in 1761 by the Duke of Newcastle and consisted of a vast tide indent and workers’ cottages.
It’s now a home for furious flowers, lizards and birds.
The Martello tower
Seaford Museum is currently undergoing restoration works, but, if you do get a possibility to demeanour inside, you’ll see it’s outrageous – like a Tardis.
The towers were partial of defences built in 1810, when Napoleon threatened to cranky the ‘mere ditch’, his adverse name for the English Channel.
In all, 103 towers were built from Aldeburgh, in Suffolk, along the seashore to Eastbourne.
The building stood at Mortella Point, named after myrtle underbrush flourishing there, and the name was depraved to ‘Martello’.
Two good beach cafes
Frankie’s Beach Cafe owners Dominic named his place after a beloved cat and offers prohibited drinks and bacon sarnies to comfortable up walkers.
There’s a silt array on the pebbles for little ones to build castles, and red-and-white stripy deckchairs.
All you need now is a ‘Kiss me quick’ hat.
The Italian-run Martello Kiosk has tables right on the beach.
A crater of tea costs a quid and the handcrafted bread pudding cake is very sustaining.
London rail link
Seaford (and hour-and-a-half from Victoria, changing at Lewes) is one of London’s nearest beaches.
In the time it takes to watch a film, you can shun the city m�lange and go paddling.
If only Southern Rail would get its act together, Seaford would be the ideal commuter bolthole.
A two-bedroom terraced residence goes for about £250,000.
The landmark white marker precipice at Seaford Head always appears illuminated, resplendent out opposite the Channel, even on grey winter days.
Seaford Head Nature Reserve stretches to the labyrinth Cuckmere stream estuary, where the shutting scenes of the film Atonement are set.
Seaford Golf Course must be one of the many scenic in England: just watch out that your balls don’t go drifting over the cliffs.
The View grill is just that. It’s a singular cliff-top grill unaware the bay.
The Buckle and the Sailing club
The Buckle area is named after a battle that took place here in 1545 between the French and a organisation led by Sir Nicholas Pelham, whose family cloak of arms bears a buckle.
The Buckle building was assembled in 1963 in a character imitative the Martello building nearby.
Built on the site of The Buckle Inn, it’s now a boutique BB with stately views of the English Channel.
Newhaven and Seaford Sailing Club welcomes walkers into its cafe-bistro, The Galley, for coffees and healthy lunches.
The artist Eric Slater
The xylograph artist Eric Slater was internationally eminent in the 1920s and 1930s.
In 1929, Slater changed to East Albany Road in Seaford and lived there until his death, making some-more than 40 prints of the internal landscape.
When he died in 1963, he had sunk into shade and was buried in a shared grave in Seaford Cemetery.
Art and inlet lovers are now rediscovering Slater’s beautiful prints.
By the Martello tower, a print displays the Slater Trail; a seven-mile travel around some scenes decorated in his work.
The beach huts
To the western finish of Seaford Promenade, 20 code new beach huts wait those new owners who are peaceful to spend £42K.
The older huts at the eastern finish are distant some-more charming and welcoming than these, which are ‘public preference grey’.
The new huts, however, do demeanour stout and are some-more of a discount than the beach hovel in Dorset, on offer last year for £280K.