Since we had a little time on our hands this weekend (the UK gets both Friday and Monday of Easter off…its lovely) we headed off to a small town in south east England called Rye (just like the drink…mmmm rye and coke).
We arrived in Rye and I fell in love with the real cobblestone roads. I didn’t even know roads like this existed, it was like walking on hundreds of egg shaped rocks – which was cool until you tried to roll a suitcase on it. For anyone thinking of going there, pack your stuff in a shoulder bag you’ll look less touristy (and city-gal like).
We found the hotel, dropped our bags then headed to a pub at which point it started to pour with rain which was perfect, with pint (of local cider) in hand I promptly cuddled up in the warm pub and read the day away. Being on the coast, most of the restaurants specialised in seafood so we dined on Rye bay scallops, prawns and dover sole. I wasn’t as taken with the peel and eat prawns as on top of decapitating them, we also had to scrape out the millions of eggs that the females carry around. By the time I had de-capitated, de-egged, de-legged there was hardly enough left to make my effort worth it.
The rest of the trip was spent wandering around the town doing a lazy pub crawl of sorts. On Sunday we took the long way to the pub and followed a country walk which went right through fields of sheep. Being a city girl I was sure this was totally illegal but once I saw that the walk was property signposted was happy to continue. I spent the next 45 minutes taking far too may pictures of the lambs, talking to them and awww’ing over the baby ones (I wasn’t even that bothered when I realised there was grass and sh*t all over my trainers!)
I highly recommend Rye for a weekend away, the food was great, pubs were great and there were real lambs, what more could you ask for?