Breakfast in my locked up pub was coffee, Tunnocks biscuits and instant porridge. Suitably fortified I returned to the beach at West Wittering.
It was a windy day and the kite surfers were out in force. The height they can get above the waves is incredible.
The beach was a long stretch of grey sand and as I walked round the point where the yellow dunes contrasted with the darker sea sand.
I mortally insulted a golden retriever by suggesting it was a Labrador. The owner was much less concerned than the dog that sat and glared at me.
Then I turned north to walk to Chichester. The path here was heavily wooded which entails me doing a variety of strange walks to get my banner under low hanging trees.
By lunch time the tide was coming in and I had to divert inland at Itchenor as the path flooded.
I met a young family negotiating the semi flooded part of the path with a push chair much to the splashy enjoyment of their children.
The final approach to Chichester involved crossing the A27 which was far more difficult than dealing with a flooded path.
My last few hundred yards to my pub were through the lovely grounds and cloisters of Chichester cathedral. A good pilgrimage.
The good news was my pub was open . The bad news was the cheapest pint was £5.50 going up to £6.75 for an IPA.
I still had one. I felt I deserved it.