Half Way

For weeks I've been looking forward to our holiday in Rye.  Today I'm half way through it and (so far) haven't blogged a single word. Shame on me.  All of which goes to show, though, that quiet evenings, with "3" dongle duly dongled and laptop upon my lap top have been in short supply.

So far I've clocked up a 15 mile walk along a military canal (built to repulse a Napoleonic invasion), two wonderful days in the company of local girl Lucy Melford and a day on the Kent & East Sussex Railway.  All this, and more, will be described in loving detail when I return home and have sorted out the photos.

Rye has turned out to be an excellent choice for a holiday,with its cobbled streets (lovely to look at; less so to walk on), quaint tea rooms and countless antique shops. Our postage stamp-sized cottage in the centre of the town is truly delightful - just one comfy bed, a tiny lounge and even tinier kitchen.  But, despite being situated on a busy road, it's quiet, warm and welcoming. 

Here, Lucy and I are about to tackle a 'light' lunch before setting out on Lucy's conducted tour of Rye. We returned to the same spot for our evening meal of chicken, stuffed with pesto and wrapped in bacon. Clearly, one thing neither of us will do on this holiday is to starve. On the contrary, it's probably just as well that I was a good girl and lost all that weight beforehand.