ROTTINGDEAN THIS tiny village, formerly connected with Brighton by a remarkable marine railway, has, since the latter was demolished, maintained its communications with the outer world by means of motor-'bus and brake services. It is much in favour with picnic parties, and to visitors coming straight from the bustle of such a town as Brighton appears a very peaceful spot. The shingly beach under the steep cliffs is small in extent, broken up by
weather-beaten wooden groynes, and is reached by steps or by a steep descent from the curving roadway above. A few boats are drawn up on the shingle, half-a-dozen bathing machines and tents, perhaps one or two fishermen and one or two idlers above looking out on the blue and empty waters of the Channel; and that is all. The path from this point rises abruptly to the top of the cliffs, and the stroller is at once enwrapped in the solitudes of the Downs, where often the only sound is that of the strong wind in the listener's ears. At Rottingdean are buried Sir Edward Burne-Jones and the novelist William Black; and the house formerly occupied by Rudyard Kipling stands here and is pointed out to enquirers. Newhaven can be reached by a pleasant four-mile walk along the grassy top of the cliffs; and in the opposite direction, and at the same distance, lies Brighton. Walkers should be careful not to approach too closely the edge of the cliffs, where traces of the old road, now partly fallen into the sea, can still be seen, The new road, used by all vehicular traffic, lies some distance inland.