First was a tiny village called Brooklands, which we stopped at years ago. Back then there was a tiny Butcher's Shop, near to the church. It was so clean and light in there and the Butcher had a large block on the left and then there was a small cubicle, where a lady sat, in her pristine white overall, looking vaguely like she could have been a character in Brief Encounter. I ordered a leg of Romney Marsh Lamb from the Butcher and then paid the lady in her cubicle.
Mike and I can't remember how long ago this was but I think it has to be about 25 years ago.
The shop was still there, no sign writing on the board above the window and the window was covered by some sort of dirty blind. I feel the shop is still there just as it was, even though I know it hasn't been open for at least 12 years, as I spoke to someone who lived near there and he didn't remember the shop ever being open. I almost wonder if I walked through the veil of time, into some long gone shop because even 25 years ago, that shop was a bit strange.
The church is lovely and has an unusual timber tower, built separate from the church's main building and in such a way as to prevent it sinking into the marshy ground.
Above is an 18th C Hudd or Grave Shelter, used by the Parson before umbrellas were invented to protect his wig from the rain.
Next stop on the way to Rye was the beach at Winchelsea. They were busy there loading up shingle to repair Sea Defences and as usual Rowley enjoyed it.
After blowing away the cobwebs, we headed on to Rye. Not a MotorHome friendly place for parking but we did manage to park on street up by the Harbour
To cope with parking in the town of Rye, we did a little shopping in Budgens and used the rest of the time we were allowed there to have a stroll around the historic town. There are some lovely buildings there and if ever I have a few pennies to spare, I'd like to stay at The Mermaid.
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