Rye Harbour is about two hundred years old – it’s about two miles downstream from Rye. It grew up as the sea retreated from the medieval port.
It’s a busy yachting centre, with a fishing fleet and some commercial shipping – the surrounding area is a nature reserve.
The sea is still moving…moving…moving… – like Dungeness, Rye harbour has the feeling of being at the end of the world.
I was rather taken by two locals – this lady enjoying the sun on her balcony…
…and this intent little turnstone.
Who lives in a house like this? The curator of Bayham Abbey.
Thanks to good old Henry VIII wanting a divorce, only the abbey ruins are left.
The site is incredibly peaceful – which is amazing given that it’s on the Kent-East Sussex border, a very highly populated area with lots of traffic.
I was last here when I was very little – I couldn’t remember very much about the site, except the tree above the site of what was the high altar. My Pa remarked that the Romantics would have loved the place. When we researched the abbey afterwards, we discovered that the site (as well as the rest of the estate) was landscaped by Repton, so that the ruins could be thrilled over.
The square building on the left of the gatehouse, is a summerhouse built in the 1800s – so that the denizens of Bayham Hall could picnic while looking at the abbey.
I’m just back from a few days in Kent visiting the APs. As I was there for more than the usual weekend dash, I had time to visit various childhood haunts.
This is Bodiam Castle – when I grew out of children’s parties (for which my Mum sewed me long party dresses – how times have changed!), I always chose a trip to Bodiam.
The castle was built (or rather a house extended and fortified) to repel pirate raids. As the sea has receded it’s hard to imagine that this was in dangerous territory – although the WW2 tank trap is a reminder that invasion was feared not that long ago (although with a sodding big castle, why do you need a tank trap?).
[The Boy tells me that this is because a tank would “Blow the shit out of the castle”.]
The moat is full of huge carp.
I was rather taken by these sheds – they’ve weathered nicely.
From this angle (where the drawbridge would have been) you can peek through the castle.
As long as I can remember – I’ve loved this place.