Dave Evans writes:
Before we reached Poynings we cut through some fields until we reached Clappers Lane and followed that until we reached the handsome village sign that welcomed us to Fulking. Fulking is one of those quintessentially English villages that most of us could never hope to have enough money to live in.
Sue Rubinstein writes:
Walking towards the old lime kiln near Fulking in much wetter conditions last September I stopped in a cow-trampled clearing to check the epiphytes on the surrounding trees. One horizontal Ash trunk over a particularly muddy slope seasoned with cow pats was coated in vivid green Leptodon smithii, bright and feathery after heavy rain.
I think this patch at the bottom of Perching Hill near Fulking is the largest I have seen. A nearby more vertical Ash tree had a small area along with abundant Neckera complanata. Radula complanata, Syntrichia papillosa and Cololejeunea minutissima were all present in small quantities. Other Ash trees around the clearing, even the really ancient ones were dominated by more common epiphytes.
