This weekend I went to Rye to stay with my friends Karen and Ben in the small idyll they've created for themselves. I got up at 4.30 and booted all the way down there - country boot fairs are the very finest. I shall save my finds for another post but I will share with you that country folk do a mean house plant selection. Look at these little babies for the growing.
Did a tour of Rye, which took all of five minute,s and found this beautiful graffiti in an alleyway by the church - maybe next time I'm there I'll take my junior hacksaw and have that away.
Then off to Dungeness.
I bloody love Dungeness.
And then to Derek Jarman's house for a poke about which was very inspiring but also odd because people live in it. I wonder what type of person buys that house; I couldn't live there.
Scrabbling around in fishermens' huts I was hoping to find a metal buoy but I think Derek got all of them ages ago.
The next day I decided to see whether my cycling legs still existed with a thirty mile round trip.
I was nervous about going off on what felt like a big ride after a year of just poodling round the east end. Luckily I've got a lot of high-spec equipment . . . that's not true.
But I do have sparkly gold handlebar grips.
It was a breeze, a real pleasure, I need to do it more. Cycling alone is nice too because you can go at any pace you wish and poke your head into abandoned farms and the like.
And now I'm back home having a slow night in, but enjoying myself. The Organist Entertains was so good this evening, I'd recommend a listen again if you missed it.