Rye

Today had to be a short day because I'm going back to Canford with the Pinningtons this afternoon, so I decided to go to Rye

Rye is a little medieval town east of Eastbourne, in the south of the UK. It is very cute and quaint, pretty much all that you think of when you think of a medieval English town.

I did actually plan out a little tour for myself, but uhhh, surprise surprise, I got distracted. First distraction was a little market, pretty much the moment I stepped out of the train. Actually I think I saw it from the train before it had come to a stop. Bravo.

From there the plan kinda went out the window.

I had a walk around the market for about 20 minutes. Something I'm finding really odd: old/middle aged English men have a habit of tagging "love" or "sweetheart" on the end of what they say. Like when I asked a shopkeeper what time the market closed- "2.30, love". They don't say it in like a creepy way or whatever, it's just that it's a little more endearing than what I'm used to from strangers.

Then I went to see Landgate. Landgate is one of the 4 town gates left from the 14th century when Rye had a town wall and stuff.

After that I intended to walk up the high street, but got distracted by little antique shops on the road that I was walking along. So I'd walk out of a shop and just walk into the next one along. Then at some point I realized I was literally at the edge of the town and if I walked anymore I'd walk straight onto the highway to the next town.

Then I came across Mermaid St, which was one of the places on my little tour. Mermaid St is famous for it's super quaintness, cobble stones and those white houses with black wooden beams across them and everything. (I really need to find out what those type of houses are called)

The end of Mermaid St meets West St, which has Lambhouse, the house of some 20th century American writer whose name I will look up later. Nothing special. In fact, I walked past it and took a photo of the house just cos I thought it looked pretty. Then later I was looking at my list of things to see, and saw it and thought "oh let's go see that!". Then I looked up where it was and realized that I had already walked straight past it, AND that I had even taken a picture of it.

From there I walked up the high street, went to St Mary's church, which has a tower that you can look out to Rye and Sussex country from. It was really pretty, although it was a cloudy day and kinda windy, which made my hair spaz and made my eyes and contacts really dry. *opens eyes wide and blinks*

Walked outside and took a picture of Ypres Tower Castle and Museum (pronounced "wipers"). You had to pay to go in and I'm too cheap for that. LOL nah it didn't really interest me.

Then for a treat! I went to a cafe (or uhhh...tearoom, as they call some of them) called Simon the Pieman, which claims to be the oldest tearoom in Rye. In any case, it was quaint and nicely decorated, and the displays out the front looked delish. Had a hot chocolate with cream. The cream tasted not as fatty and rich as Australian cream, and was really light. The hot chocolate was REALLY rich, which, like all things like that, was really nice at the start, and became almost too much at the end. But it was a yummy hot chocolate.

From there I had just under an hour till the train came (yes, I did just miss a train by a few minutes, but I wasn't gonna sacrifice my Simon the Pieman experience just to make a train).

Wandered back through the streets and the market back to the station.

Currently sitting at Polegate Station waiting for Aunty Kok Lee and the girls, we're going back to Canford.


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Location:Rye,United Kingdom