An hour between trains in Rye, just long enough for that frantic half in the micro and a mad search for an open loo. Don’t laugh, you’ll be old once.
Always a wonderful place to amble when the coach loads from Arundel and Ashford have gone.
Strangely quiet at 6pm, and that wasn’t because they were all at Evensong.
Congratulations to Rye Council for having free public toilets, open after 6, right up by Ypres Castle.
Talking of which.
“Oooh, isn’t that the really nice pub we
got drunk in enjoyed the ambiance of last time. Have we got time? ”
Reader, I’m easily persuaded.
The pleasant hum of pub, drinkers and diners, and a table waiting for us by the fire.
“Something crafty” she barks.
Cattle Shed, vegan, cloudy. Should do.
Must try the Rothaus one day, but the Old Dairy again met Jeff Bell’s exacting standards. 3 visits now, all the beer 3.5 and better.
But it’s the staff that make it.
Only just made the train to Hastings. It would have been a disaster to miss out Hastings.
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