RAMBLES ABOUT BURWASH 45
We will take one look at Hobden. The word picture is from Kipling's poem " The Land " :
" Not for any beast that burrows, not for any bird that
flies, Would I lose his large, sound counsel, miss his keen
amending eyes." He is bailiff, woodman, wheelwright, field-surveyor,
engineer, And if flagrantly a poacher—'tain't for me to interfere."
The Sussex man's liking for beer is part of his nature. He talks of ale as a thing apart, and to remind him of the days " when ale was ale indeed " is to send him into a sort of ecstasy. But he finds it intolerable to ever think of a man being drunk. When a Sussex man has taken a great deal too much he will perhaps admit he " had a little beer." The habitual drunkard is spoken of as a man who takes a " half-a-pint other-while " ; the man who is " none the better for what he took " must be considered in a very intoxicated state; and the policeman who finds a man in a state of abject helplessness gives evidence that " he was noways tossicated but only concerned a leetle in liquor."
From Burwash we may walk to Etchingham. The village is one mile distant from the station. Etchingham Church is one of the most interesting