Monday, 2 June 2025

Southampton, via the A272 cross-country route

Our drive down to Southampton the other weekend, followed a different route from our usual one. I shall explain the reason shortly, but for a moment let's reflect on our usual drive which is to follow the A26 from Tonbridge, down to Lewes, via Tunbridge Wells, Crowborough and the Uckfield. 

It's a route I know well, after having worked for three years in Lewes, but as far as speed is concerned, the A26 is not the quickest of roads as it's single carriageway in its entirety. At Lewes, we turn onto the A27, which then takes us into the back of Brighton, close to Falmer and Brighton & Hove Albion's football ground, before continuing on past Hove, Worthing, Arundel and Chichester, before picking up the M27 at Portsmouth. From there it's a relatively straight forward run into Southampton - providing you don't follow the route suggested by Mrs PBT's sat-nav! That's a story for another day, though.

This time around, I was advised by a work colleague to avoid Worthing altogether, as the roads there recently have been gridlocked, due to cable installation, or some other "essential" task. My colleague lives locally, and because of the road works, advised me to seek an alternative route. He came up with the same road as me, which was the A272, a cross-country road that starts just outside Uckfield, and then continues all the way to Winchester. It's not the fastest of roads, as not only does it twist and turn a lot, but it also crosses several of the major routes that radiate out of London, like the spokes on a wheel. The A272 is a road I've long wished to journey along, as it would bring back memories of the time my father decided that taking the cross-country route, that avoided London, back from South Wales, was a good idea.

I think that like me now, dad wanted to experience a part of his youth, which was why after stopping off at Stonehenge (an attraction the family had visited before), he continued on to Winchester where, up on St Catherine's Hill he'd carried out various manoeuvres and other military stuff, as part of his National Service, with the 7th Armoured Division of the King's Royal Rifles aka, the "Desert Rats". Dad was in his element here, reliving the experience of, what he described as, "playing soldiers." He was also fortunate that his National Service only took him as far as Hampshire and Germany, as some unlucky conscripts were posted to active war zones, in areas such as Malaya, Kenya or even Korea, and quite a few of them, sadly, never came back. 

I've a feeling that on that trip we also visited Winchester's imposing cathedral, although that might have been on a different occasion, but whatever the case we picked up the A272 there, and continued on what seemed like a never-ending journey back to Kent. The family lived just outside Ashford at the time, so not only did we have the whole of the A272 to travel along, but there was then the added "bonus" of the rural route across to Tunbridge Wells, followed by the A262 back through Goudhurst, Cranbrook and several other villages further east. 

In short, the journey took an age, but my father seemed to relish it, and it was almost certainly the inspiration for me wanting to repeat part of that monumental drive. There were places such as Petworth and Petersfield, with similar sounding names, that stuck in my mind, there were also several "hursts" along the way as well (Midhurst, Billingshurst), and whilst hurst is a common suffix in the Wealden areas of Sussex and Kent, these places had a certain appeal about them, that like my father, I also wanted to experience again. The fact that some of these places, whilst not quite on my doorstep, are close to home, was also not lost on me either. 

So, shortly after 8.30am, on a bright and sunny Sunday morning, Eileen and I set off on our drive down to Southampton, in order to join our cruise ship. I'm not going to describe the whole journey, but the strange thing is that 50+ years after that journey along the A272, none of the towns and villages we passed through, looked remotely familiar! 

This didn't matter though, and if anything added to the experience, although the drive from Uckfield to Petersfield did seem to take an inordinately long time. The road now bypasses certain towns, such as Haywards Heath and Billingshurst, although I don't think it did 50 or so years ago. There are plenty of twists and turns along the way, and some quite narrow stretches as well. The A272 isn't a road for putting your foot down either, and most of the way we were lucky to make 40mph, but despite the slow progress it was a pleasant and enjoyable drive.

We stopped for a "comfort break" at Midhurst, which seemed a pleasant and attractive town, and a bit later on we passed through Petworth. If anything the latter seemed even more appealing than Midhurst, and it set me thinking, that this relatively unknown part of West Sussex would be a good place to explore further, and get to know some of its pubs. I noticed that Simon (BRAPA), has recently been GBG ticking in the area. I haven't got round to reading his reports yet, although I expect they will make interesting reading. I'm not sure yet whether we will be taking the same route when we return from Southampton, but I will be checking in advance with my colleague to establish the state of play regarding the roads around Worthing. 

Spoiler alert, after consulting my colleague, and finding the roadworks had been lifted, we took the southerly route, via the A27. It was not as attractive, but was considerably quicker.

8 comments:

Stafford Paul said...

"the A26 is not the quickest of roads" but is the noisiest I've known, earplugs provided in my room when I stayed adjacent to it at Southease in September 2023.

History for the Kents said...

The A272 has inspired admiration beyond its practical use. Dutch author Pieter Boogaart even dedicated an entire book to it—A272: An Ode to a Road—which became a cult classic. The book explores the road’s quirks, history, and the unique experience it offers to those who travel it..Some believe the A272 follows part of the route taken by pilgrims journeying between Winchester and Canterbury, adding a spiritual dimension to its significance. In bygone days the road was swathed in brothels or knocking shops as the locals would call them. Whether or not this is true, the road undeniably carries a sense of tradition and continuity.The A272 is more than just a road—it’s a journey through time, a connection between counties, and a reminder of England’s rich heritage. For those seeking an alternative to the hustle and bustle of modern highways, the A272 remains a hidden gem, inviting travellers to slow down and enjoy the ride.

Stafford Paul said...

Not only that HftK but also I think one of few A roads that Pablo Picasso cycled along.

Gary Grubbs said...

My father worked as a highways operative along vast stretches of the A272. He loved his work. He came home stinking of poo many nights. He told us some right old stories of what happened in the layovers. It would turn the air blue if I told you them tales. Whatever possessed you to write about this road, is it your bestest road?

Paul Bailey said...

Paul, the section of the A26 which passes through Southease, is the tail-end of the road, before it comes to an end at the south-coast port of Newhaven.

I presume you were staying at the Youth Hostel?

Paul Bailey said...

History of the Kents, thanks for the heads-up about Pieter Boogaart , and his A272: An Ode to a Road. I have ordered myself a copy, and look forward to devouring what sounds like an interesting and inspiring publication.

Paul Bailey said...

Some interesting memories of the A272, Gary Grubbs, with hints of clandestine goings-on in the lay-bys. I'm not sure about the "poo" connection, although I imagine the lack of any public toilet facilities, has something to do with this. (If you can hang on until Midhurst, as we did, then you'll be fine.)

It was nostalgia, over a road-trip with my father, undertaken half a century or more ago, that prompted me to write about this fascinating road.

Stafford Paul said...

Yes Paul, staying at the Youth Hostel and thinking how peaceful Sussex would have been a hundred years ago when my father's Aunt Liz lived in Eastbourne.