1066 Country

Where do you go after a place like Dungeness? Well Rye sounded like a nice name on the GPS map [the rental company upgraded me to a Landrover(!) cuz' I was a well-mannered American. wtf right?], a lot nicer than say, Dymchurch... Lacenaire googled it on his mobile and it said it was a medieval town filled with cobble stone streets! Could this trip get any better?

So Rye is part of this 1066 country, a maritime maze of medieval and Georgian buildings (let's not forget those cobbled streets and some real Tudor style architecture houses thrown in too!). We're kinda obsessed with all things nautical at the moment (including old sailor tattoos but purely from an admiration point of view, not something we would ever EVER get, well at least not for me anyways...) Apparently, Rye has long been a haven for artists and writers; former residents have been HG Wells, Henry James and Edith Wharton!




Outfitted in my new Barbour jacket (best find of this trip!), a whole milk latte and a canvas bag filled with goodies (Rye is a haven for antiquing as well as second-hand bookshops, but let's not go there as it would bore you to death... a slow, agonizing death...)


We discovered this town model of Rye, illuminating and precious right? Stayed at the Old Borough Arms, on the foot of Mermaid Street where all the action happens at night. Thanks Ian & Sara for a lovely stay.



Simon had yummy gingerbreads, eccles cakes, cornish pasties, but not pork pies.


The most amazing thing in Rye is at Waterman's. A perfect life-size wicker motorcycle. Need I say anything else?