East Sussex: Rye and Camber Sands

Paul and I dub the October half term the UK Holiday. In this way, we do the noble thing and pay through the nose to holiday domestically knowing full well that we could go abroad and, even with the flight, pay significantly less money. Woo Brexit. No.

We make the most of it by booking dog friendly accommodation. Frank loves the beach, loves a snuggle. Since Paul started a new job in May and had less rollover holiday, we opted for a four-day weekend in Sussex and Kent, an hour's train ride away.

The weekend involved a variety of day trips to Rye itself, then Camber Sands, Folkestone and Hastings. Along the way we casually bumped into friends, which was v nice. Not much to say about these places other than that although the Great British Seaside is a thing of the Victorian past, these little towns are doing a lot to make themselves marketable again.

Rye
With a population of less than 5000 people, you don't really go to Rye to be amongst the people. But if you want charming cobbled streets and that old England feel that so many Americans go to London seeking, Rye's a winner.

 

 

 

 The sunset hit the town spectacularly:

 

 

 Rye Castle: 

 

 I love a literary pun:

 

 

 

At this point, Frank just humours me:

Camber Sands 
A bus ride or three point five miles amble away from Rye, Camber Sands is the closest thing to a sandy beach you'll get that also has a proximity to London.

October is for pubs and brisk walks and snuggling.