Williamson's Weekly Nature Notes

RETURNING from London by rail over the Wildbrooks in the Arun valley has to be one of the most magical train journeys in the world.

By The Newsroom

Published 21st Feb 2008, 15:21 BST

Updated 8th Jun 2018, 04:42 BST

You can forget Damascus to Ma'an, Kalgoorlie to Woomera, Mercedes to Mendoza, Shanghai to Changye or Lisbon to Faro.

Track out from Pulborough to Arundel and you will see sky mirrors for miles. The blue of the dome meets the gold of the sun. Sorry, but your mind does react in sensory acclaim of what this poor blitzed old planet can still achieve.

The waters meet from meadow to meadow, shining with cloud-white or spring-blue or the hurrying 'greyhounds' of storm clouds chasing.

Most passengers, I have noticed, don't look at the unwinding majesty. More fool their tucked-up minds. This sliding of the silvery ribbon of Arun flood, visible from space, is also yours from the comfort of your seat in Southern.

For full feature see West Sussex Gazette February 27