As per my get-out-every-weekend resolution, this weekend, I decided to ride my bike to the 12th Century, Norman, Sutton Valance Castle. Which, judging from my fruitless quests for directions, the locals had no idea existed. And when I eventually peddled there I found out why. 
It wasn’t a castle at all, but a pile of rubble cramped in between two private properties. On a clear day, and without the double and triple-storey houses around it, it would have offered a spectacular view of the weald, having been built high up on a hill as most keeps were.There were no signs or information plaques because they’d been vandalised long ago. But the town of Sutton Valance itself is steeped in history; there’s been evidence of iron age remnants in the area, and there’s very detailed information about its Saxon and Norman heritage.
Still, good exercise was had, and I got to tick
another site off my list of to-do I suppose.
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