We’re halfway down to the beach on the paved path when Daryl calls a halt to proceedings. “This is boring. I reckon we should head back into the forest and then on to Cadence for lunch instead.” To be fair, it’s my fault – we’d poked out of the forest and caught a glimpse of the Cuckmere Meanders, a winding body of water that heads down to the sea. It had looked cool and I’d wanted to see what the beach at the other end was like. After all, it’s a hot day and I fancied an ice cream!
We head back into the woods. While pretty well- established, Friston is relatively new in forest terms, having been planted mostly in the 1940s. Conversely, the trails are relatively old in mountain bike terms, with a fair few dating back to the early ’90s. As someone put it to me when I said I was coming to ride here: “Friston is the OG of trail centres, opened before anyone even
