Vicarious Day Trip to Lewes

Andy is in his room, telling me about his day trip to Lewes yesterday. He walked along the river, passing by the viaduct to the left of the river, and kept walking, and eventually came to a private road, and then took another road that led to a village of five houses. After walking through that village he came to some farmers fields. He could see Glynde in the distance but couldn't get there because of the farmers fields in the way. He lost the path he was following, he says, so just kept walking through the farmers fields, now full of tractors following him, until he found some pill boxes -or possibly bird huts. He went into these odd structures half-hidden in the undergrowth but found no bird watchers, even though he saw plenty of birds in the long reedy grass. The walk was a good two and a half hours or more, and lasted until it had gotten dark. He returned to Lewes, had some fish'n'chips and a pint in the pub where the locals stared at him and caught the train back to Brighton.
Which was much more exciting than my day, spent in a call centre waiting for the day to end so I could start my week off from work.