Chapter Six - Rye
Trip Start Sep 28, 2012
16Trip End Oct 14, 2012
"Whenever is this rain going to stop?" Exclaims Margarita. “It's downright depressing”
“Welcome to the British Isles. It’s even worse in Ireland”
It’s a relatively short drive along the wind swept coast through uninspiring Folkstone and across wet and soggy Romney Marsh to Rye.
We perceive Rye from a distance. It is on a promontory rising from the flat plains. Once an important sea port, just like Sandwich today, it’s now isolated some two miles from the English Channel, and was virtually abandoned for hundreds of years
Arriving quite late, we park at the foot of a steep cobbled street. In spite of the rain, we find the town is indeed really charming, though no one else seems to be braving the drizzle.
“It’s almost as if everyone in the town has perished and that we are the only survivors.”
All the pretty boutique shops are closed and the only life in the town is at the handful of pubs. We peer inside the fabled Mermaid Inn, which is cozy and congenial. Continuing on down Mermaid Street to the riverside, we end up in Bailey’s, where we warm ourselves up over cups of strong hot coffee and delicious fruit cake.
On the way home we stop at a Lidl Supermarket, a discount chain where all the products are stacked still in their original boxes. Very practical and very cheap too. We stock up on half-way decent wine at a pound a bottle.