The in-laws came down to visit us at Rye Harbour in July; this time they didn’t stay for fourteen (14) nights. Rye looked pretty stunning, and a seal performed for us in the estuary separating sandy Camber from pebbly Rye. What does seal taste like ? The local pub was growing on us, particularly the… Continue reading SATURDAY NIGHT AT RYE HOLIDAY PARK
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SEAGULLS AT THE GATES OF RYE
More holiday snaps from the Sussex coast, where Mrs RM has come to terms with the fact that Rye Harbour’s sole pub is a Sheps house, and the Inkerman will never again dispense Greene King IPA. But fear not, it’s only a couple of miles walk (did it in 33 minutes last month) through the… Continue reading SEAGULLS AT THE GATES OF RYE
SUNSET OVER CAMBER SANDS
Our American readers may have noticed an absence of news in the UK at the moment, so I’m pleased to bring you the item that has kept Brits glued to their televisions this weekend; Luckily, Mrs RM and I don’t watch any television (now Better Call Saul has finished, anyway), though we’ve had to buy… Continue reading SUNSET OVER CAMBER SANDS
RYE HARBOUR
I’m in a bit of a quandary with the blog. On the one hand, I’ve been counting down to GBG completion, which IF it happens (and after the traumas of the last week I’m taking nothing for granted) will represent a culmination of a near 30-year pursuit. So I guess you’ll be wanting real-time posts… Continue reading RYE HARBOUR
LET’S CELEBRATE…..RYE
More highlights from places you’ll want to visit but can’t, as we make what looks a direct journey to Rye. With the automation of the Dartford Toll barriers you’ll only need to slow down as other folk slam on their brakes at the Tonbridge turn to point out where Paul Bailey lives. Almost 20… Continue reading LET’S CELEBRATE…..RYE
HIGH IN RYE
This Pub Taxi Business is becoming addictive. Two days after dropping BRAPA in the middle of nowhere (aka Dorset), I popped down south again to take Paul Bailey to see Jeff Bell’s new home in Rye, something I promised on a drunken evening of Tonbridge karaoke last Easter (photos lost, I hope). Rye is the… Continue reading HIGH IN RYE
RYE – THE WELL OF LOW-NBSS
Rye is a small town of big beauty, which is why it seems to attract hordes of young and old French tourists at this time of year. Those, and a few more local visitors, were filling up an impressive collection of pubs when I visited from Hastings on Friday. I managed to walk the town,… Continue reading RYE – THE WELL OF LOW-NBSS
