January 2026. East Hoathly. East Sussex. We’ve finally shut down our caravan in Rye Harbour (Home 3) afer an extended winter stay. The water pipes had frozen over Christmas, but thankfully hadn’t burst. Sheffield gets the snow; Rye gets the bitter chill. Mrs RM was anxious that I completed those tricky South-Eastern GBG chapters before… Continue reading AN AMATEUR ERROR IN EAST HOATHLY