An afternoon spent at PoohSticks Bridge….my inner child is happy!
After several days with my car in the garage being fixed, I’m so pleased to have it back! I love being mobile and feeling as if I can do something towards my bucket list. And, today, I did something to add to my photography bucket list: I found a special literary place relating to a bear of very little brain!
Living in Sussex, we have the Ashdown Forest almost on our doorstep which covers 9.5 miles square miles. I often drive through and I occasionally go to its llama park where you can take llamas for walks but Ashdown Forest is where A.A. Milne used to bring his family to his holiday cottage and where his son, Christopher Robin, would go off and play in amongst the trees with his companion, Pooh Bear.
There are several places around the forest with a connection to Winnie the Pooh and you can download ‘Pooh Walks from Gill’s Lap’ that include Pooh-related locations such as Galleon’s Lap, The Enchanted Place, the Heffalump Trap and Lone Pine, North Pole, 100 Aker Wood and Eeyore’s Sad and Gloomy Place. But today, I was off to find PoohSticks Bridge. Now, it might sound like the saddest thing ever but I played PoohSticks on my own! Whilst I passed a few people on the walk down from the car park, no-one else was at the bridge…..and there were also very few sticks! Clearly, many people have gone down there and scavenged for anything remotely stick-like to throw into the stream but I did find something to throw into the stream and wait for it to reappear.
I didn’t realise that the Winnie the Pooh stories were written back in the 1920s and, as you can imagine, there must have been thousands and thousands of visitors to this area. The original bridge, built in 1907, was restored in 1979 and then completely rebuilt in 1999. But the surrounding area is lovely and in about another two weeks’ time, the bluebells will really be out so if you’re thinking about heading there, just hold off for slightly longer. I’m definitely going to go back at some point as it wasn’t until I got home that I found out that the village of Hartfield, which I drove through, as a cafe and shop called Pooh Cottage so that’s another excuse to head back there another time!