HASTINGS SPARKLES IN THE RAIN

The tales of Simon’s traumas in rail replacement bus to Barrow put to shame our own mild irritation with the drunk poet on Rye-Hastings leg of our Saturday Sozzler.

We were pleased to make the safety of the scruffy underpass, but then kept bumping into the Port Laureate of the Downs on every corner, haranguing strangers with long words.

I thought Mrs RM would be a bit annoyed at being forced to stop in one of the UK’s grimmest Wetherspoons (with all my vouchers gone!). In teeming rain.

Not Mrs RM, just a very slow man who wouldn’t shift.

But her irritability was just hunger, and she wasn’t being fobbed off with Timbo pizza, so I settled for a quick half.

Mirroring Dorchester, the Old Dairy was undrinkable, so I left it on the bar and chased Mrs RM into the rain.

You can’t just leave it! Go back and change it!”

So I did. The Fire Bird was barely better.

The fortune teller predicted I’d survive the night by offering an angry lady my umbrella and finding her a steaming plate of Drunken Noodles darn quick.

Another job automated in Hastings

Old Town’s Siam 2 was lovely, finding us a table on a busy night when the seafood places couldn’t. Oddly, they still made us make a proper table booking when we’d already sat down and ordered.

View to the hill

Outside loo too, a little gem.

Mrs RM, bless her, was now fortified for the inevitable uphill walk through the Old Town. Which she’d never seen, despite being born 20 miles up the road in (Disgusted of) Tunbridge Wells.

You could be in Europe

Even the Sheps pubs looked improbably inviting.

“It’s gorgeous” she said. And it is.

Walkways

Never drink on a full stomach is my motto (see:Bradford) and I steered her away from the FILO.

I reckon Rye is a little bit jealous of Hastings, don’t you?

6 thoughts on “HASTINGS SPARKLES IN THE RAIN

  1. Interesting Mrs RM’s family would visit Eastbourne and not Hastings when she was young. I liked both a lot. I was surprised to see she had not been there before.

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    1. Hastings historically thought of a run down place and walk from station does it no favours. You could also visit the seaside attractions and not even know there IS an Old Town as it’s set back from the front.

      You’ve been, of course, so you’ll know what I mean!

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