pre-Crawley Down to Horsham
We walk into Crawley, which is nasty, through Crawley Down, which is lovely. The next bit, Buchan Park, is lovely too, though the memory of nasty Crawley is still strong.
Busking and meeting people in Crawley, however, is a surprising series of events, and we learn not to judge a place entirely on its horrid appearance.
Then toward Horsham we walk, and we sing there late in the evening, before staying in the municipal park. We wake, and sing again, early in the morning. It is a pleasing place, this Horsham.





