- Date: 14 May 2025
- Walk Leader: Sandy Arpino
- Distance: 12 miles
Petersfield Ramblers complete their convivial journey around Mary’s Crescent
With 39 miles of the Mary’s Crescent walk ‘in the bag’, the Ramblers were keen to complete their journey – a Downland exploration of Medieval churches dedicated to St Mary – by walking from Chilgrove to Chichester Cathedral. It promised to be a warm day for this final 12 mile section, which would include the 500 foot climb to the top of St Roche’s Hill and its Iron Age hill fort ‘The Trundle’.
Our group of twelve fine walkers assembled in the theatre car park in Chichester, before squeezing into four cars for the return drive to Chilgrove and the start of the walk. The route followed undulating rural roads for the first mile to Staple Ash Farm. Once again we paused frequently to admire the abundance of roadside flowers and blossoming hedgerow trees. A couple of houses offered wisteria teeming with racemes of purple flowers. A stunning red horse-chestnut attracted the photographers in our midst, as did an unusual, pink-tinged hawthorn. And, of course, frothy white cow parsley was everywhere.
Leaving the tarmac, our footpath across Stapleash Down was bookended by two large chalk balls, part of Andy Goldsworthy’s ‘sculpture’ of 14 chalk stones – placed at intervals along a 5 mile route that links West Dean with the South Downs Way. The balls were intended to sink and erode away – but remain very visible after 22 years. Having gained height, there were lovely far-reaching views across the Downs.
With the sun getting stronger we took a familiar footpath along the edge of the wooded West Dean estate. Huge stacks of logs evidenced commercial logging activity – as did the decimated landscape behind a thin margin of untouched landscape.
It was time for a coffee break. Whilst a few of us were keen to lap up the sunshine, the majority preferred shade. Generous offerings of biscuits and sweets were enjoyed by all !
Moving on, there was no way to escape the sun: for a mile we traversed open arable fields before reaching Colworth Farm. Swathes of yellow Crosswort lined our path, along with clumps of Comfrey.
Much appreciated shade from overhanging trees made walking more pleasant on the descent into Singleton. We stopped to admire a huge ash tree and to discuss the colour of the dainty Speedwell flowers at our feet: blue or purple? We compromised on mauve! Then we crossed a dismantled railway on a grassy bridge with impressive, renovated brickwork.
Singleton proved a veritable playgroup for some of our members! There was skipping through sprinklers on the cricket pitch, riding a decaying tractor and swinging on a tyre disguised as a horse! Perhaps it was the effects of the sun! The light-hearted mood was enhanced by a sign in the middle of the village indicating the direction and distance to the local pubs.
Sobriety restored we made our way to the first St Mary’s church of the day. Singleton church’s tower originates from the 11th century though much of the building is dated to early 13th century.
Rested, we were ready for the big climb up to the Trundle hill fort – with its trig point and modern-day mobile masts. On the way up, Goodwood racecourse and grandstand were passed on our left and at the top the 360 expansive views were admired – while little planes flew overhead from the nearby airfield. Lunch was overdue, so we found some shade just off the exposed hilltop before starting our descent via the long, straight Chalkpit Lane. Enroute were fields of buttercups and emergent elderflowers and ox-eye daisies.
Feeling quite warm from the early afternoon sun, we were glad to find cool in the St Mary’s church in East Lavant. The nave of this flint and rubble built church is 12th century with the tower added in 1671. Notable inside were two Medieval tombs embedded in the floor.

After following Fordwater Road for a short distance we crossed meadows and the River Lavant before reaching Summersdale in the north of Chichester. A mile of pavement walking took us into Oaklands Park and down to the remarkable Festival Theatre – where many of us had enjoyed performances over the years.
Pausing to drop off bags in our parked cars, we continued on down North Street – our journey not yet complete. Mary’s Crescent ends at Lady Chapel, behind the main altar in Chichester Cathedral. With so much to distract us as we strolled the length of this magnificent, 950 year old cathedral, our progress was slow but full of interest. Discretely placing a full-stop at the end of our 51 mile walk was a bronze statue of Mary and Child beside the altar in the Lady Chapel.

But of course we weren’t finished yet: time to celebrate! Returning to the White Horse in Chilgrove, over teas, coffees, beers and wine we reminisced about our wonderful adventure – and greatly appreciated our resident poet’s reading of his latest ode to our Mary’s Crescent walk.

Author: Sandy Arpino
Photographer: Sandy Arpino
THE ST MARY’S CRESCENT PILGRIMAGE by David Roberts
We started our pilgrimage from Portchester Castle 15 strong
Making our way along the shore in the sunshine
The rippling waves of the sea like shimmering diamonds
Until we reached the beautiful St Mary’s church
Striding past the crematorium along a rocky footpath
Up Portsdown hill via Fort Nelson where mini chocolate eggs were enjoyed
Dispensed by our group leader the remarkably well organised and upbeat Sandy
While admiring the stunning panoramic views over the South Downs
Moving down the hill to the coffee stop at Boarhunt church
There the group sat in the grounds admiring the beautiful flowers and trees
Afterwards we made our way along the Meon Valley Trail
With beautiful celandines, bluebells, violets and primroses along the way
To lunch overlooking the magnificent Wickham church
There were three Clare’s in the group, two without an I and one with, which can make things confusing.
Fair- haired Claire is the fantasist of the group dreaming of a world of peace and harmony where Portsmouth football club learn to play decent football.
Dark-haired Clare found her true role in life sitting in the stocks playing the victim
Threatening to sue the Petersfield ramblers for compensation as a result of bullying
Grey haired Clare is the wise sage of the group like Gandalf in Lord of the Rings Dispensing tea bread and kindness throughout the land
Gerald was his usual good humoured self his bonhomie cheering everyone along
Lynne as the chairman of the group made sure that everyone was suitably attired
Mandy was cheerful and charming, Helen talkative chatty and amusing
Fiona bought delicious chocolate brownies with Georgia etched on her mind
Jo, as self-contained as ever, took it all in her stride
Not showing any signs of tiredness however long the walks
Peter was the macho-man of the group leaping up hills
And jumping on ropes and swings to show off his athleticism
Tony was perfectly happy provided he wasn’t out of internet range
David dished out chocolate truffles while wondering whether Dulcia’s kind suggestion of a mankini might improve his appearance
Chris was the rock steady back marker making sure no-one was left behind
Slightly sad without the group mascot Pickle by his side
Following lunch we passed under six bridges as we left the Meon Valley Trail
To join the the Wayfarers Walk along the flood plains of the river Meon to Droxford
There we stopped to peruse a second St Mary’s church
Before we walked in the glorious hot sun to the delightful country pub the Baker’s Arms
There we unwound with tea, coffee, chocolate brownies and lemon cheesecake which melted in your mouth
There was a glorious feeling of happiness and contentment after walking the St Mary’s Crescent pilgrimage




































































































































































