This route follows the Brighton road through Croydon to Purley (12-1/2 m.).  Here we bear south-east and follow the Eastbourne road through suburban but pleasant Kenley and Whyteleafe to Caterham (17-1/2 m.).  The North Downs are crossed between Gravelly hill (Water Tower) and Marden Castle, followed by a long descent to Godstone (20 m.), built around a charming green with a fine old inn ("Clayton Arms”) on the left.  A lane at the side of the inn leads to the interesting church and almshouses.  The direct road onwards, runs over Tilburstow Hill (500 feet), but the better route bears left and passes Godstone station, rejoining the old road at Springfield (23 m.).

[At Blindley Heath a road bears left to Lingfield, a pretty village with an interesting church, once collegiate.  Note misererie seats and choir screen (fifteenth century).  Tombs of the 1st, 2nd and 3rd Lord Cobhams and other interesting tombs and brasses.]

[Illustration:  HIGH STREET, EAST GRINSTEAD.]

At Fellbridge, just past the Horley road, we enter Sussex and, after a short rise and fall, arrive at East Grinstead (30 m.).  This is one of the pleasantest towns of the Weald, with many old houses here and there in the High Street.  The church, though of imposing appearance from a distance, is, on closer acquaintance, disappointing; the fabric dating from 1790.  Note an iron tomb slab (1570).  Not far from the church is the Jacobean Sackville College.  Here the celebrated Father Neale was warden for twenty-five years. (In barely two miles from the centre of the town a lane leads over the railway to the right in 1/3 mile to the picturesque ruins of Brambletye.)

Forest Row (33 m.), on the river Medway.  The road now climbs steadily between woods to Wych Cross (35 m.).  Grand views south and west.  This is one of the finest passes over the Forest Ridge and the peculiar characteristics of the Hastings sands are here seen to the best advantage.  These high sandy moors, covered with glorious stretches of bracken and heather, here and there clothed in dense growths of oak and beech, with occasional distinctive clumps of Scots fir and beneath all a thick tangle of bramble, a perfect sanctuary of wild life, are more reminiscent of Radnor or Galloway than of the south country.

[Illustration:  SACKVILLE COLLEGE.]

The right-hand road is taken at the fork and there follows a long coast down to Danehill, where the Lewes road bears left to Sheffield Green (40 m.).

[A road to the left would bring us in 2 miles to Fletching, where the forces of Simon de Montfort started on their march to Mount Harry and subsequent victory of Lewes.  The village is the centre of a delightful neighbourhood and is delightful in itself, not only for the charm of its surroundings, but for its quaint and attractive architecture of the humbler sort.  The Early English church has been well restored and beautified by the Earl of Sheffield, whose estate lies to the