Living in London

We spent the weekend in Rye, and Dungeness, at the suggestion of Desmond. It was a great place to visit – Rye is indeed very old, charming, and one-of-a-kind. We could almost hear the echos of the smugglers laughing off the dampness as we walked past several long-established pubs.

The beach by the power plant in Dungeness is otherworldly and mystic. Unfortunately for us it was pouring rain the entire weekend and very uncomfortable walking around either place. We loved the “tour” of Rye that took place at the Visitor’s Centre via a scale model of the city.

The most enchanting part of all however was the numerous drives we took down little one lane roads that bordered the local farms and pastures.  We had some good podcasts of English and Scottish folk music that were the perfect accompaniment to these drives.

Formerly a sea port, and virtually an island, Rye is now completely silted up and now sits two miles from the sea. St. Mary’s is the local parish church in Rye, and has the oldest operating clock in England. This clock is rumoured to be the source of the famous nursery rhyme:

Hickory dickory dock
The mouse ran up the clock
The clock struck one
The mouse ran down
Hickory dickory dock