Pagham church is among the airiest that I know, with a shingle spire, the counterpart of Bosham's on the other side of the peninsula.
The walk from Pagham to Bognor, along the sand, is uninspiring and not too easy, for the sand can be very soft.

About a mile west of Bognor one is driven inland, just after passing as perfect an example of the simple yet luxurious seaside home as I remember to have seen: all on one floor, thatched, shaded by trees, surrounded by its garden and facing the Channel.
[Sidenote: EARLY BOGNOR] Among the unattractive types of town few are more dismal than the watering-place _manque_.

Bognor must, I fear, come under this heading.
Its reputation, such as it is, was originally made by Princess Charlotte, daughter of George III., who found the air recuperative, and who was probably not unwilling to lend her prestige to a resort, as her brother George was doing at Brighton, and her sister Amelia had done at Worthing.

But before the Princess Charlotte Sir Richard Hotham, the hatter, had come, determined at any cost to make the town popular.

One of his methods was to rename it Hothampton.