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Since moving to Broadstairs, and as part of my ongoing venture; in the footsteps of Geoffrey Chaucer and my Canterbury tales, I have wanted to visit Gravesend. Last week I had the opportunity.
From what I have seen of Chaucer’s apparent route, although he did stop at Dartford, he didn’t stop at Gravesend, but it was close enough for me…..

Although recorded as Graveham in the Domesday Book of 1086, its earliest known historical record, its name probably derives from “graaf-ham”: the home of the reeve or bailiff of the lord of the manor.
A variation, Graveshend, can be seen in a court record of 1422, attributed to where the graves ended after the Black Death.

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…..where the graves end. Cemeteries I have visited around the UK

An ancient town in n-w Kent, Gravesend has a strategic position on the Thames and as such has played an important role in the maritime history of the country and London.
Besides the more modern aspects of its history, stone-age implements have been found in the area, there is evidence of an Iron Age settlement, and extensive Roman remains have been found. Gravesend lies just north of the old Roman road, now called Watling Street that connected London with the Kent coast. The Domesday Book recorded fisheries, hythes and mills in the area.
I usually do some research before visiting a new place, to see what’s of interest in the area. Sometimes I might actually try to determine the location of such places, but mostly I just head in and around and stumble upon the treasures quite by accident. However there was once place I definitely wanted to see: Milton Chantry, one of the oldest remaining buildings in Gravesend. On my meanderings I inadvertently managed to visit quite a few famous sites.
I left the station and headed along Stone Street and into Princes Street towards the river front and on the way I happened upon the Parish Church of St George and the statue of Pocahontas.

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Princess Pocahontas died at Gravesend in 1617

Princess Pocahontas – In 1616, after being presented to English society at the Court of St James as an example of the “civilized savage”, she became something of a celebrity, was elegantly fêted, and attended a masque at Whitehall Palace. In 1617, she and her husband John Rolfe and son Thomas set sail from London headed for Virginia USA. She became ill on the way and died at Gravesend of unknown causes. Buried in the Parish church of St George in Gravesend, the original location of her grave was under the church’s chancel. Since that church burnt down in 1727 the exact location of her grave is now unknown. As part of my exploration this was my first ‘port of call’ 😉
This statue was presented to the British people in 1958 by the Governor of Virginia as a gift; a gesture prompted by Queen Elizabeth’s visit to the USA in 1957.

Delighted to have discovered this, I continued on my way towards the river. Just past The Rum Puncheon pub I followed a narrow lane that opened up to the river! Just across from me was a huge tanker offloading at Tilbury. Wow.

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view across the River Thames from Gravesend to Tilbury

I stopped to find out more about the Gravesend Ferries and then continued on my way towards the Town Pier; the oldest surviving cast iron pier in the world and a Grade II* listed building. Between 1835 and 1842 over 3 million passengers were served. Around 1900, the pier fell into disuse and in 2000 the site was restored with funding from various organisations. It’s a beautiful structure and quite photogenic.

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Gravesend – Town Pier

Located right next door on Town Pier Square is the oldest pub in Gravesend; The Three Daws, an historic riverside inn dating back to the early 1500’s it is steeped with tales of hauntings, smugglers and Press Gangs. Converted from 5 traditional styled wood fronted cottages, the general structure is older than its history as a Thames tavern. Opened in 1565 during Elizabeth I’s reign, it was originally named as ‘Three Cornish Chough’s and renamed The Three Daws in 1745, large sailing merchant ships used to anchor off on returning from long overseas voyages or while awaiting supplies and a fair wind.
Located at the foot of the old High Street and the river edge, this pub has for centuries been the haunt of smugglers and raided by the old naval press gangs.

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The Three Daws, Gravesend

One of the oldest taverns in the country, it’s older than Shakespeare’s house, older than many well-known ancient buildings, The Three Daws is almost 450 years old.
Obviously I had to step in and inspect this ancient site. Unfortunately I didn’t see any ghosts 😉

From there I continued along the walkway along the riverside where I came to the Elizabeth Gardens; a small green space overlooking the river, it’s main feature a memorial commemorating those around the world who served alongside Britain in all conflicts 1914-2014. This memorial is topped by a beautiful statue of Squadron Leader Mahinder Singh Pujji DFC.

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Elizabeth Garden – Mahinder Singh Pujji DFC

Continuing on my way I walked along Royal Pier Road where I found what looked like a church. It is the St Andrews Art Centre and Gallery alongside The Mission House, a rather fine Georgian building.

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scenes of Gravesend’s history

I was ambling along having just photographed a row of ships anchors when I happened to look over the wall and saw the remains of the Gravesend Blockhouse; a Tudor Fort: built in 1543 by command of Henry VIII on the river front. Just wow. I didn’t know about that!

Just along the road, overlooking the river is the rather fine looking The Clarendon Royal Hotel. The main building dates from 1665, originally built as a residence when the Duke of York, later James II was appointed to the post of the Lord High Admiral.

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Royal Clarendon Hotel, Gravesend

I continued on my way and came upon the Royal Terrace Pier. Built in 1844, the prefix ‘Royal’ was added in honour of Princess Alexandra of Denmark who landed at Gravesend on her way to marry Edward, Prince of Wales, who later became King Edward VIII. Now part of the Port of London Authority’s main operations, public access is limited but I did get to see the rather marvellous sculpture of Poseidon; sculptor Sean Price, that stands out front.

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Port of London Authority and Custom House Gravesend

I then headed up Royal Pier Road towards The Terrace and turning left, on my way I passed the Old Customs House and right next door saw what I thought was a park…..I had in fact stumbled quite by accident, upon the New Tavern Fort and Milton Chantry.

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Bandstand in New Tavern Fort

Milton Chantry, built c1320. Re-founded as a chapel in 1320/21 on what was the site of a former leper hospital founded in 1189. I had heard about this being the oldest building in Gravesend and had added it to my list of things to see in Gravesend but when I asked where it was, I just got a shake of the head…..then as I neared the New Tavern Fort voila, there it was.

Milton Chantry, Gravesend

Milton Chantry, Gravesend

Built circa 1320 it is now mainly encased in a 19th century exterior, but still has its 14th century timber roof. Unfortunately it was all closed up so I couldn’t go in. http://www.english-heritage.org.uk/visit/places/milton-chantry/
New Tavern Fort: wow, right up my alley so to speak.

New Tavern Fort, Gravesend

New Tavern Fort, Gravesend

This fantastic site, part of a military presence established in the town in 1862, sported any number of awesome and fearsome looking guns pointing out over the river. Gravesend is/was located in a very strategic position on the River Thames and as such has come under attack any number of times. I had a most enjoyable time clambering about and viewing the different guns, from different ages.

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New Tavern Fort, Gravesend

Afterwards and in the waning light, despite the freezing cold I strolled along the promenade enjoying the scenes of the river, the sunset colours on the horizon and watching an old man feeding the seagulls that shrieked, fought and squawked over the food he was offering.

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Promenade, Gravesend

Making my way back to the town centre I visited the famous clock tower; Gravesend Clock Tower – okay this was easy to find, but to my dismay it was covered with scaffolding…..which is of course a good thing since that means it is being preserved, but obviously I couldn’t get a decent photo of it, so I’ve borrowed one off Wikipedia. The clock tower, dedicated to Queen Victoria to commemorate the 50th year of her reign, was erected by public subscription and the foundation stone laid on 6 September 1887.
From there I made my way back along Milton Road to King Street and then to the High Street to see the Heritage Quarter.

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Clock Tower at Gravesend and various scenes around town

Gravesend has one of the oldest surviving markets in the country; the earliest charter granted by Henry III, dates from 1268. Gravesend was sacked and burned by the Castilian fleet in 1380, and in 1401 a Royal Charter was granted that allowed the men of the town to operate boats between the town and London; the Long Ferry became the preferred form of passage….travel by road between London and Gravesend was perilous due to highwaymen.

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Gravesend Heritage Quarter

In 1840 there were 17 coaches per day setting down and picking up passengers travelling between London, Canterbury, Dover and Faversham.

As I was walking down the High Street and photographing the buildings, I saw to my utter amazement the quite surrealistic sight of a huge tanker sailing past!!! As you can well imagine I ran down to the riverside to see this amazing sight.

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a tanker sails by at the end of High Street..quite surrealistic

Of course it was well on its way by the time I got there, so instead I ambled along the pier to take a more close up pic of the gorgeous red boat moored alongside and then since I was there I popped into The Three Daws again…just in case I might see a ghost….

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Gravesend and the River Thames

Talking of ghosts, as well as the link to Princess Pocahontas, Gravesend can boast links to a number of famous and well-known persons in its turbulent history. Although I didn’t get to visit any other sites with links to famous people, there are a number of names you would probably recognise:
Samuel Pepys – records having stopped off at Gravesend in 1650 en-route to the Royal Dockyards at Chatham.
Charles Dickens – found inspiration for the Pickwick Papers here, and lived at Cobham. In David Copperfield Mr. Peggotty, Ham and the Micawbers say their goodbyes and sail away from Gravesend to begin a new life in Australia.
Sir Edwin Arnold (1832–1904), English poet and journalist, whose most prominent work as a poet was The Light of Asia (1879)
Major-General Charles Gordon (1833–1885), lived in the town during the construction of the Thames forts…although I did get to visit the forts I don’t know where he lived.
I was delighted to discover that Gravesend is twinned with four foreign towns:
flag_of_france-svg Cambrai, France
flag_of_the_united_states-svg Chesterfield, Virginia, United States
125px-flag_of_germany-svgNeumünster, Germany
flag_of_australia_converted-svgBrunswick, Victoria, Australia

Finally I conceded that it was now too dark to explore any further and certainly too dark for photos so I made my way to the station. But first a drink to warm me up. I popped in at Costa for a hot chocolate to go. The contrast between outdoors and indoors was so marked that my glasses misted up LOL

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Gravesend

And so goodbye to Gravesend. I’ll probably visit again in the summer. I love the Thames and there are areas further downstream that I’d like to explore.

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On Sunday 6th November we were treated to a private tour of the famous WW2 Ramsgate Tunnels in Ramsgate!

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The Ramsgate Tunnels

The tour was conducted by ‘Mr Ramsgate’ the father of my daughter’s boyfriend…..he is apparently the most knowledgeable about the history of the town and has the ‘Freedom of the Town’. Quite cool. It was also ‘meet the parents’ day…she had met them, and he had met me…now it was time to put the two parties together and see how we get on. In all it was a great way to meet, and we all got along really well.

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from left to right…Simon, Jean, me and Ralph

The tour was fantastic and before you read further I can say up front that it is a brilliant tour and highly recommended.

IMAG4936 - walk to ramsgate The entrance and the initial part of the tour is located in what was once the original and now defunct Victorian Railway station.

After saying our hellos and introductions done we, so as not to upset the elves who manage safety, put on our helmets and off we went.

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the three of us at the entrance to the tunnels and me in my hard-hat

Prior to the clouds of war that descended over Britain and Europe this tunnel was abandoned and unused. The then Mayor of Ramsgate; one Mr A.B.C. Kempe, as a far seeing citizen who foresaw that things were going to get a tad tricky, thought it would be a good idea to build tunnels to protect the residents of his town. The plan was rejected as insane, he went ahead and after 3 years of planning the tunnels were started in March 1939. The first section was completed by 1st June 1939. Miles of tunnels in the chalk cliffs. Many people thought the tunnels were an expensive luxury and would probably never be needed.

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The Ramsgate Tunnels

When war was declared, Ramsgate was in the front line as the Battle of Britain began and in 1940 the town became the first casualty of the Blitz; on 24 August 1940 the sirens sounded and the citizens of Ramsgate took cover in the deep cover shelters. The town was bombarded with 500 bombs in the space of 5 minutes.

“Then, as the Battle of Britain raged in the skies above, the town gained another claim to fame on August 24, 1940. It was a relatively quiet Saturday lunchtime when the air raid sirens suddenly wheezed in to life. Moments later, Ramsgate became the first place in Britain to experience the full force of the Luftwaffe’s ‘Blitzkrieg’.

In the space of five minutes, a formation of Junkers Ju88 bombers dropped more than 500 bombs in what elderly locals still call ‘the murder raid’.

Even after the bombs were dropped, fighters returned to machine gun any survivors they could find, including the firemen struggling to douse the flaming gasworks.

Fireman Edward Moore would later receive the George Medal from the King for his heroics. More than 1,200 homes were destroyed. American correspondent Hubert Knickerbocker called it ‘the worst raid in history’.

No one is entirely sure why Ramsgate was singled out. One theory is that the Germans were en route to bomb nearby RAF Manston when an armed trawler in the harbour shot down the leading aircraft and the enemy turned on Ramsgate instead.

Yet the civilian death toll amounted to just 29. The tunnels had very quickly proved their worth.”

Then his plan was lauded as heroic.

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World War 2 – Ramsgate was in the front line during the Blitz of 1940

During the war, the tunnels became home from home for some residents whose homes had been obliterated by bombs and they made themselves comfortable in a space where they could shelter in complete safety. Many took up permanent residence and lived in relative comfort.

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Home from Home

Today you can go on a guided tour through some of the tunnels. The makeshift accommodation set up as it had been during the war. Some people really made themselves at home. The beds that were used for the children are still in-situ.

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beds line the tunnels…pretty much as it would have been during WW2

with a wonderful array of artefacts from that era and beyond. It was quite something to learn that most of the artefacts used in the displays belonged to Simon’s grandmother…..(Simon is the daughter’s boyfriend).  My daughter found it quite extraordinary that they have such an amazing and tangible link to their family history.

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this trunk belonged to a family member

After exploring the tunnels as far we were allowed to go, we went back to the main entrance and viewed an air-raid shelter; these flimsy metal flat-pack shelters that had to be built and installed by the residents in their own back-yards.

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Imagine how chilling it must have been to hear the air-raid sirens and know that an air-attack was imminent

Besides that there are some amazing props and rusting bits of this and that that have been used as props through out the tunnels.

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some wonderful props make the area most interesting

Not sure what era this fellow is from but he sure looks good 😉

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….a horse and carriage for a marriage perhaps? 😉

The bomb-proof deep shelter tunnels were dug in less than 9 months. More than 1,000 people erected makeshift homes in the vast 150 year-old railway tunnel.

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2 miles of tunnels could accommodate 60,000 people.

 

I can highly recommend a visit to the Ramsgate Tunnels; a unique opportunity to take a glimpse into Ramsgate’s heritage and ability to survive through the darkest period of World War II….. Ramsgate is a Royal Harbour and located on the east coast of Kent, on what was once the Isle of Thanet.

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Ramsgate Harbour for the Dunkirk little ships anniversary event in 2015

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I realise that we all need to buy clothes at some time or another, but I am not a clothes shopper. For me clothes are a means to cover my body. If perchance I look good at the same time, then that’s a bonus.

I’ve never enjoyed shopping for clothes. If I can walk into a store, pick up a top or pair of trousers, pay for them, take them home and wear them – that would be my ideal scenario. But it’s not always that easy. Generally you have to search through the shelves or rails, find something that you actually like, take them to a changing room, take off the current outfit, struggle with loops of ribbon hooked over the hangers to keep the item on the hanger, slip the potential outfit on…only to find that a) it’s too short b) it’s too narrow c) it’s too tight (seldom too loose LOL) or d) I suddenly don’t like the pattern -actually I loathe patterns…especially flowers or stripes. I’m a plain and simple kinda girl….one colour, no patterns, no fancy necklines, 3/4 sleeves, fit across the shoulders blah blah blah

If I go clothes shopping it’s out of desperation…..e.g. tonight I’m going to a friends wedding. There is nothing, and I mean NOTHING in my current ‘wardrobe’ that’s suitable for a wedding. Ironically, a year ago ago I ripped through my suitcases and sent a massive pile of clothes to charity. Yes, you guessed…within the pile were clothes suitable for a winter wedding!!! LOL The story of my life

Other than that, whenever I venture into a store to look at and possibly buy new clothes it’s because whatever I’m wearing either has holes in the seat, the zip has come apart, the hems have fallen out (I never sew up hems), or the seams are slowly coming apart thread by thread.

Mostly I buy my clothes from a charity shop (one of the things I love about the UK are the charity shops). This works so well for me. Walk in, aim for the trousers rack, check for my size, colour black, cost £3 or £5, pay for them, take them home, try them on…..if they fit I keep them, if they don’t I take them back and donate them to charity hahaha. Mostly they fit…occasionally I buy something that looks great, I love it but never get to wear it and a year or 5 later I donate it to charity.

So today, I decided to go shopping. I was in need of new bras anyway, so this seemed like a good time to get the dastardly deed over with. Besides which I had a £10 M&S voucher I wanted to use. Thankfully my daughter elected to come with me or I would have fallen at the first bar. Off we went….

Walk into the store, first rail = perfect top…loved it. Right colour, a few sparklies for the evening, and just perfect…..till I tried it on. Urgh. The shoulders were peaky!!!

Trousers next…grabbed the first pair that weren’t black (just for a change). Except I grabbed a ‘short’ leg. hahahaha OMG my face when I put them on. They fit perfectly round the leg and waist, but sat above my ankles.  Like I said, thankfully my daughter was there. If not, I would have put my clothes back on and left.

But she volunteered to go look for more tops that I could try and long leg trousers. By the time she returned I was chomping at the bit. But I humoured her and tried them on…one by one they went on and came off even quicker…and the ‘no go’ pile grew and grew. But to my surprise there was one top she brought…one with flowers on that I took one look at and mentally said “no way!!!” But I tried it on and hmmmm okay not too bad. On the ‘to buy’ pile.

Then finally, with the little short tops I saw and really liked, in the style I love, 3 different colours, off we went to the tills….and did I have the voucher with me? No! hahaha I remember clearly removing all the receipts from the last few days from my purse and lo and behold the voucher that I have kept safe and sound for the last 4 months was amongst the receipts.

 

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my final selection

Oh well….another excuse to go shopping #not!!!

Another day then……and don’t get me started about shoes. The only time I buy a new pair is when water starts to seep through the holes in my soles!!

So this is what I’m wearing to the wedding…with the addition of my scarf from Paris and a long black jacket I bought about 11 years ago

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the final cut….

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Well, thank goodness for instagram and facebook LOL

Since UPS have lost my hard-drive with all my images, thankfully due to the fact that I am fairly prolific on instagram, I’ve been able to retrieve some of my images from my #Camino2016 practice walks and other events…..so although (so far) all my images from the last 10 years are still missing…. I still have instagram LOL

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thank goodness for instagram

I tend to make a fair number of collages on instagram which is terrific since it combines some of my favourite memories from my walks.

However, that still doesn’t excuse the fact that my hard-drive has gone awol in the UPS system, although it seems they have in fact reopened the case and are going to do a really extensive search for the package. Please hold thumbs

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My sister thought it would be a great place to celebrate her birthday, her first in the UK and it was on my list of places to go in my quest to visit all the Cinque Ports; Dover, Hastings, Hythe, New Romney and Sandwich and their ‘7 surviving limbs’: Deal, Faversham, Folkstone, Lydd, Margate, Ramsgate and Tenterden.

Rye, now classified as an ‘ancient town’ was once a Cinque Port as was the ancient town of Winchelsea (of those listed, I have yet to visit those not highlighted)…. Places to go 😉

As mentioned in an earlier post my sister’s initial plan had been to visit the Isle of Wight but after reading an article about Mermaid Street in Rye, the decision was made to spend a few days in this ancient of towns. The first thing we discovered is that the cobbles in Mermaid Street were laid in the 1600’s!!

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imagine all the history these cobbles have seen….

History that’s right up my street, so to speak 😉 How could I not want to go there. And so our plans were laid.

Initially there were meant to be four of us, but my sister’s two friends pulled out and so it was just the two of us…that reminds me of a song….LOL But let me not digress, Rye awaits.

We decided to arrive the night before so as to be in the town on her birthday…great idea! I had the hotel tie balloons to her chair for breakfast and persuaded them to put candles onto her breakfast plate!

Where will we put the candles they asked? Oh stick them in the sausage, I replied (as I crossed my fingers and hoped she ordered a full-English) – she did and to her surprise the breakfast arrived with 5 flaming candles!!! accompanied by a fantastic rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’, if I may say so myself 😉

So those were our reasons; here are the reasons you should go!

Ancient history: Rye’s history dates back to before the Norman Conquest at which time it was a small fishing village almost surrounded by water. Since then, the sea has retreated and although there is still a small harbour and a river, the town now lies 2 miles from the sea. Fascinatingly the river is affected by the tides, so it’s fun to watch the ships and boats moored alongside rise and fall on the incoming and outgoing tides. I know – it’s the little things that please me!

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old fishing boat in Rye Harbour on the Rother

Mermaid Street: listed as one of the prettiest streets in Britain, this quintessentially English street is lined with amazing architecture; the Mermaid Inn, a Grade II* listed building – one of the oldest inns in Britain; restored in 1420 (hello!! note it was ‘restored‘ in 1420!!),

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The Mermaid Inn, Rye – restored in 1420

sits comfortably alongside extraordinary Tudor Houses, gorgeous Georgian Houses and a mix in between, bearing some of the most quintessential house names you could imagine, in fact the house names in the whole town were just wonderful.

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House names in Rye

We found the street utterly enchanting and spent ages photographing just about every house. The cobbles lend a charming aspect to the atmosphere of stepping back in time and you feel as if at any time a pilgrim could come slowly by, followed perhaps by a knight on his horse or maybe a royal entourage on it’s way to the inn….talking of which, you simply must step into this gem of a building. Oh the history!! It’s extraordinary and I would love to spend a few nights there!!

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Mermaid Street in Rye

Rye Castle Museum and Ypres Tower: there is something quite spine-tingling when you turn a corner and discover a castle!! My jaw dropped…just wow!!

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Rye Castle; Ypres Tower

Thought to have been built in the early 14th century, Ypres Tower (Rye Castle) was part of the town’s defences and the 2nd oldest building in Rye. Although not as big as some castles I have visited before, Ypres Castle is beautiful. Explore the building to discover the Tower’s role through 9 turbulent centuries. Climb to the battlements for a view of the salt marshes and the remains of what during the 16th century was one of the largest and 7th busiest port in England. The views are to die for!!

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the view from the battlements of Rye Castle

Head below ground to the dungeons and try your hand at archery! It’s not as easy as it looks in the movies and the swords are rather heavy!! There are some helmets you can try on for fun 😉 We made ourselves look quite silly. while you are there be sure to visit The Women’s Tower; a 19th century prison (believed to be the only women’s prison to survive unaltered from the 1800’s to the present day), the Medieval Herb Garden and the gun garden.  At 3 East Street in Rye and just a short walk from the castle is the Museum where you will find an eclectic and fascinating collection of relics from Rye’s past; costumes, toys, pottery, shipbuilding, an ancient fire-engine and so very much more.

St Mary’s Church; the oldest building in Rye; the Parish Church of Rye has, for 900 years, dominated the hill on which this ancient town stands. Sometimes called the ‘the Cathedral of East Sussex’ the building of the present church was started in the 12th century.

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The fantastic 16th century clock at St Mary’s Rye

In 1377 the town was looted and set on fire, the church suffered extensive damage causing the roof to fall in and the looters carried the bells off to France – not taking this lying down, the following year, the men of Rye and Winchelsea set sail for Normandy, set fire to and raided two towns and thus recovered the bells. Today you can climb the battlements and be amazed at the fantastic views of the surrounding town and countryside  and Romney Marshes from the tower.

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view of Rye Castle and the River Rother from the battlements of St Mary’s

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view across the roofs of Rye and the windmill in the distance

On your way up, beware the bells – they bong on the hour and could damage your ear drums (ask my sister who stuck her head above the parapet just as the bells gonged the hour for 2pm!! She nearly fell off the steps in shock. One of the oldest church turret towers in the country still functioning, the ‘new’ clock made by the Hugenot, Lewys Billiard, was installed in about 1561/2. You can see the pendulum swinging as you enter the church. Do note that the stairway leading to the tower’s viewing platform are VERY narrow!! LOL.

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Sioux and The Bell!!

 

The Landgate Tower: What a startling discovery!! I had seen it listed on the town map the hotel gave us, but that didn’t prepare us for the reality. Again we stumbled upon this ancient treasure quite by accident whilst meandering the streets and couldn’t forsake a closer look. After the French attacked the town in 1339 burning 52 houses and a mill, the Mayor and town corporation decided to build town walls and gates. They received a grant from the King; Edward III and got busy building walls and 4 gates.

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The Landgate

The Landgate dates from about 1340. Of the original 4 gates, this is the most complete remaining. Touching the stones that make up this amazing structure gives me goosebumps. Just think about the history and the people this gate has seen…as they say: if walls could talk. There’s a delightful antiques shop right next to the gate and just beyond the gate is ‘Crepes on the Corner’ – the best crepes in town..and they were. I had Nutella and banana…delicious!!  There are glimpses of one of the other gates; Strandgate, incorporated into the Old Borough Arms Hotel at the bottom of Mermaid Street.

The Windmill:  We had seen this marvellous structure the previous day and on our way to Mermaid Street we decided to ‘pop in’ and have a look. I adore windmills, they add such a sense of history and mystery to a place….you feel almost compelled to go have a look. The distinctive and famous Rye Mill is a Grade 2 listed building and has been the inspiration for artists and photographers throughout the centuries. It occupies an historic site in Gibbet’s Marsh where a windmill has stood, in one form or another, since at least the sixteenth century. The Symondons map of Rye created in 1594 shows an illustration of a windmill in the exact spot where today’s mill now stands.  Now a B&B, we had a quick peek at one of the rooms. Located over the railway line and right next to the river, it’s charming and I can assure you that I am so going to stay there some day in the future.

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The Rye Windmill

Rye Harbour: classified as a village, this tiny cluster of houses, jetty’s and buildings relative to a harbour are a delight to see. One of the most recognised images is an abandoned fisherman’s hut; black walls, a red tin roof with white painted windows and door that look like a face, stands almost halfway between the harbour and the river mouth.

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the old fisherman’s hut in Rye Harbour Nature Reserve

Rye reached the zenith of her power during the 16th century and at any one time there could be 200 ships anchored near the Strandgate – handling every kind of cargo from around the world. The largest and busiest port on the south coast during Tudor times due to it’s proximity to the continent, Rye’s harbour was more important than Portsmouth or Southampton. Although still a busy fishing harbour, today there are but just a few glimpses left of the original Rye Port, and to reach anything that resembles a harbour requires a short drive from the town to Rye Harbour – a drive well worth taking.

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Rye Harbour

The harbour borders onto the nature reserve which is marvellous to walk through of an early morning.  The decline of Rye’s harbour was ultimately caused by the silting up of the river. Silt carried by the incoming tides stayed and settled in the bottom of the river leaving a film of silt which finally made the river un-navigable for ships. Today you can walk along the gravel road that runs between the salt-marshes and the river to the pebbled beaches. Perfect at sunrise.

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The River Rother flows down to the sea…

Rye Harbour Church: as you drive towards Rye Harbour and Nature Reserve, look to your right for a glimpse of this beautiful little church. Built in 1849 in the gothic style, the church of the Holy Spirit was designed by Samuel Sanders Teulon and constructed of local blue stone and Caen stone. Support for the construction of the church came from local estate owners; Mr & Mrs William Lucas Shadwell. In the churchyard is a memorial commemorating the 1928 Mary Stanford Lifeboat tragedy when 17 crew members lost their lives.

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Rye Harbour Church

Pubs: as with all towns like Rye there is always a church and those quintessential essential necessities of community life; the pub!  😉  We managed to eat at two and have drinks in one. On our first night in Rye, after exploring the lower reaches of Mermaid Street and surrounding area, we stopped at the Ship Inn for a yummy meal. A congenial location we enjoyed the atmosphere so much we tarried awhile and played a game of scrabble.

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a game of scrabble at The Ship Inn

I love how you can do that. The pubs in the UK (and Ireland) are more like family gathering places than drinking houses.  For our 3rd night in Rye we booked to eat at the Ypres Castle Inn, a 17th century pub nestled at the foot of the castle! Accessed down a steep flight of steps the lamps cast an inviting pool of light for a weary, hungry traveller. As you walk down the steps you will find an ancient set of ‘stocks’ used for the naughty people of Rye LOL. We enjoyed a most delicious meal there; for my sister it was the Lamb Hot Pot and for me Battered Cod (the biggest piece of fish I have ever been served), delicious chips and mushy peas.  Although we didn’t tarry for long, it wasn’t due to the ambiance which was lovely. We had in fact both walked ourselves stupid that day exploring every corner and Lydd, and were exhausted by the time we had our meal. The staff were lovely.

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the history of 4 inns in Rye

The streets of the medieval town: Rye is quite simply the picture perfect place to meander.  We set off just after breakfast on Saturday to explore and photograph Mermaid Street more fully…..5 hours later and we were still meandering.

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Rye architecture

What an extraordinary array of cobbled streets, lanes and alleyways leading hither and thither, quaint houses line the cobbled streets up and down, each an enchanting delight. Every corner we turned opened up to more delights; with an “oh my gosh”, or “ooooo look there!” from me and a laugh of bemusement from my sister as my constant “okay, just one more corner” eventually turned out to envelope almost the whole town.

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Rye, a gem of South East England

There are 15th century inns, Tudor houses, the Vicarage where John Fletcher, the Jacobean dramatist, was born in 1536, the Old Rye Grammar School erected in 1636, the old water tower next to the church and so very much more to see.

And last but not least: the three rivers – Rother, Brede and Tillingham.

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Three rivers of Rye

The River Rother flows down to the sea….This is the river along which we meandered in the morning and the evening for photos. Used for navigation since Roman times, the river is navigable by small boats as far as Bodiam Castle. With it’s source near Rotherfield and it’s mouth in Rye Bay, the river flows for 35 miles through the English counties of East Sussex and Kent. Its mouth was further to the east at New Romney prior to 1287, but a great storm blocked its exit to the sea and changed its course to flow via Rye.

The River Tillingham rises from two springs near Staplecross, a small settlement in the Parish of Ewhurst in East Sussex and joins the Brede and Rother at Rye.

The River Brede takes its name from the Village of Brede which lies between Hastings and Tenterden. It flows into Rock Channel which is the tidal section of the River Tillingham and joins the River Rother at Rye.

With tales of sailors’, smugglers, storms, ships, seas and derring do, of pilgrims and kings, heroes, dramatists, writers, and a nursery rhyme, you simply must visit Rye!

Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep! – According to legend, this well-known nursery rhyme derives from the deeds of smugglers in the town of St Leonard’s.  West of Burtons St. Leonards is the area known as Bo-Peep which was once a tiny village renowned for smuggling in bygone days:

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One of 4 Smuggler gangs that operated in the area of Rye

           Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep and doesn’t know where to find them;                                                      leave them alone, And they’ll come home, wagging their tails behind them

Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep, and dreamt she heard them bleating;
but when she awoke, she found it a joke, for they were still a-fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook, determined for to find them; she found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, for they’d left their tails behind them.
It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray into a meadow hard by,
there she espied their tails side by side, all hung on a tree to dry.
She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye, and over the hillocks went rambling,
and tried what she could, as a shepherdess should, to tack each again to its lambkin.

Rye is a real gem of England; playing a very important role in the history of the country, remnants of which can still be seen today.   It’s pictureque, charming and an absolute delight to explore. We loved it!

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Originally, the Cinque Ports (pronounced ‘Sink’ Ports) were a confederation of five harbours, Sandwich, Romney, Dover, Hythe, and Hastings plus the two Ancient Towns of Rye & Winchelsea. Grouped together, for defence purposes, by Edward the Confessor, they supplied the Crown with ships and men.

 

Interesting links:

What are Cinque Ports?

http://www.ryemuseum.co.uk/home/ypres-tower/

http://www.faversham.org/history/maritime.aspx

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My sister Sioux came to live and work in the UK last year in November. The time has flown and she has travelled far and wide in the last 11 months. This is her birthday month (I won’t give her age away 😉 ), but it is her 1st birthday in the UK. She decided some months ago that she wanted to visit somewhere special for her birthday; initially a trip to the Isle of Wight was planned….but after seeing an article on Rye – Mermaid Street in particular, she decided that this was where she wanted to go.

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Mermaid Street in Rye

And so the plans were made.

I was to join her and so that we could make the most of the trip and explore the area, my daughter lent me her car; Fiona. With 4 days and a car, we made the most of every minute.

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Sisters – happy birthday to you; Sioux. I’m delighted I could join you 🙂

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a day trip to Hastings

a trip to 1066 country

a day in Rye

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making the most of our last day

We visited churches, explored castles, admired some amazing views, ate good food, played scrabble, photographed just about every house in Rye, watched the sunrise and the sunset,

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sunset at Dungeness – the ends of the earth

laughed and exchanged stories, and watched the footie in a pub LOL (she’s a Liverpool supporter!).

This is the first time in 58 years that we have been on holiday together without parents, step-parents, siblings, family or children……just the two of us. We had a great time 🙂

Happy birthday Sioux!Happy birthday Sioux!

 

 

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Whilst working for the client in Shepperton the family took her out for lunch on the Sunday so I had an extra hour for my break.

One of my policies when working in a new area is to not only explore the area I’m in, but where possible to explore further afield….so with this in mind I hopped onto the train and went to explore Hampton.

things to see in Hampton

things to see in Hampton

I was expecting to find some interesting ‘things to see’ and although the older buildings are really attractive, it’s mostly suburbia and a HUGE reservoir/water works dominates the scene. Makes sense since the River Thames is nearby, but it didn’t add to the atmosphere!!

I had checked google maps before setting out and the Thames looked quite close to the station…..it wasn’t!! LOL So near yet so far, the river was mostly hidden behind the reservoir. After 30 minutes of walking I finally reached a stretch of the river I could actually access.

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sailing at Hampton

I love the river and any opportunity to explore different sections is welcomed, and so I did. I came across Garrick’s Temple to Shakespeare and suddenly I realised that in fact I had walked this stretch a number of times in the past (when we lived in Twickenham).

Garrick's Temple to Shakespeare in Hampton

Garrick’s Temple to Shakespeare in Hampton

By now my time was running out and as the trains only run once an hour to Shepperton I decided to rest there a while and phoned my sister (in South Africa) for her birthday. 🙂        15 years ago at much the same time I was saying happy birthday to her in person in Dublin

rowing on the River Thames at Hampton

rowing on the River Thames at Hampton

I had a lovely view of the river and managed to capture a few scenes of people going by on skiffs and canal boats.

a canal boat goes by along the River Thames

a canal boat goes by along the River Thames

I also noticed what looked like a little cruiser type boat on the opposite bank that looked like it had sunk….

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my ship has sunk in Hampton

Then it was back to the station. On my way, and noticed a row of three houses on the High Street named: River View Cottages….uhm, yes well…..at the time they were built they probably had a view of the river, but that is no longer the case. If they stood on stilts and stretched their necks while standing on on the roof they might still have a glimpse ‘view’ of the river.

So Hampton was a bit of a disappointment, but at least I’ve been there and done that…no need to return. Sorry Hampton. Although I haven’t anything more to add…this history board could add a little interest. The dates of these places always fascinates me.

Hampton Ferry & Molesey Hurst

Hampton Ferry & Molesey Hurst

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My daughter and I went to Bleak House on Saturday afternoon for a Cream Tea and to tour the Smugglers Tunnels beneath the house…Bleak House was once known as Fort House and Broadstairs was a hotbed of smuggling with many notorious smugglers once captured,  being deported to Australia.

smugglers tunnels and afternoon tea at Bleak House

If you wake at midnight and hear a horse’s feet, Don’t go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street…

In 1723 Daniel Defoe wrote of a visit “Broadstairs is a small fishing village of 300 souls, of which 27 follow the occupation of fishing…” You can surmise therefore that the rest were gainfully ’employed’ in other businesses…..in fact, beneath much of Broadstairs is a warren of smugglers tunnels, mostly closed off now. Oh how I’d love to have access to those tunnels 🙂

afternoon tea and smugglers tunnels at bleak house

This chap had been ‘redcapped’ for being an informer, as lucrative a business as smuggling, with the possibility of a £500 reward for information.

‘Redcapping’ – A Revenue Spy who broke the smuggler’s unwritten law were dealt with in different ways. The Informer would be staked out on the beach at low tide with a RED LANTERN by his head. The smugglers would then watch to see that the spy was not released till the lantern had gone out.

Broadstairs is located on the east coast of Kent on what is/was known as the Isle of Thanet; an island 2 miles out to sea – the water separating the island from the mainland known as the Watsum Channel. After the channel silted up, the land which includes Margate, Broadstairs and Ramsgate is now part of Kent  County.

The Romans considered the Watsum Channel very important and built forts at Reculver and Richborough to protect it. In 449 The Vikings (after which the little bay is now named), under Hengist, landed at Thanet, rowed up the Watsum Channel and attacked Canterbury.

Broadstairs is just filled to the brim with history. Since Roman times and the Vikings Broadstairs has seen the likes of Wellington’s troops camped out and Napoleon’s Standard was presented here in 1815 after the British won the Battle of Waterloo. Charles Dickens lived in Broadstairs on numerous occasions and one of the most well-known is Bleak House where he wrote much of David Copperfield. As part of the tour we were able to visit the study where he sat and wrote while gazing out the windows across the English Channel.

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the desk where Charles dickens sat and wrote David Copperfield

Previously known as Fort House, Bleak House, as it looks now, was remodelled in 1911. We’ve been there a number of times for Cream Tea but this time we decided to explore the smugglers caves beneath. Absolutely awesome.  I’m guessing that since the land is chalk it was pretty easy to tunnel away and create the caves and Smuggler’s tunnels. The chalk cliffs extends all the way from the Thames estuary as far as the White Cliffs of Dover and thence to the Isle of Wight.

smugglers tunnels and afternoon tea at Bleak House

smugglers tunnels and a cream tea at Bleak House

The Cream Tea (which is what we normally have) is delicious and the scones are fresh and yummy. I can recommend a visit to Bleak House for tea and do be sure to include the tour of the tunnels and Dickens’ study…at £4 per person for the tour, it’s a steal 😉  Although you can order the Cream Tea on a whim…NB if you wish to partake of the Afternoon Tea at Bleak House you would need to book in advance.

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15 years ago today I left South Africa…..never to look back as it turns out.

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the current South African flag; no longer a colony but still part of the Commonwealth

My departure came about in quite a convoluted way and as they say; ‘the planets were aligned’. A number of major life events occurred within a short space of a few months and I then found myself on a plane heading to the northern hemisphere.

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Travel to make something happen

June (sometime) 2001: the company I was working for went into liquidation because the two owners had a falling out. The liquidators kept me on to help collect outstanding monies (after all that was my job), besides which I turned up at the offices every day even though the company was in liquidation; so seeing my determination….I had another 3 months of work.

July 2001: sometime round about now my sister who was living in Ireland at the time said she’d love for someone to fly over and join her and hubby to celebrate a milestone birthday ; 30 years of age!! Of course I volunteered….for sure! 🙂

August 15th 2001: my daughter attained her ‘coming of age’ – 21 years and you get the ‘Key of Life’ in SA and officially; your freedom! Technically you’re an adult from 18 when you qualify for a drivers license. We had a wonderful party for her on a boat in Cape Town harbour with bells, balloons, a band (her Dad who is a musician sang to her) and a smashing meal.

September 30th 2001: the liquidators signed off on the rest of the debt and I was free to go.

October 2nd 2001: Ailing carrier Swissair has run out of cash and suspended all its flights “indefinitely”. wtf???? I’m due to fly on the 8th!!! So began the fight to get on a plane to Europe regardless.

October 8th 2001: passport to freedom in my hand, I bounced my way through customs, thrilled, excited and terrified in equal measure to be flying to Europe….with SA Airways!

October 9th 2001: I landed first in Zurich in-transit to London, then after flying and crying across Europe I landed at London City Airport at which stage the terror set in – how would I get to Heathrow? But I did….first a bus and then tube on the Piccadilly Line to Heathrow and thus to Dublin Airport – happy birthday to Caroline….it was awesome that I could arrive in Ireland on her special day 🙂

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Caroline and Ewart

The timeline of events and what happened first and which decisions were made when are lost in the mists of time….but from a date perspective….the above is more or less what happened when. In the meanwhile, between being retrenched from my job, making the decision to fly to Ireland and wondering what to do with my house, I scurried about collecting the necessary paperwork for my visitors visa, sold my car to my daughter, started sorting out my belongings and getting rid of much stuff, making the heartbreaking decision to have my kitties adopted (a friend took 4 of them, one had to be put to sleep due to a nasty virus that was eating her up 😦 ), making my flight bookings with SwissAir, only for them to go run out of cash at the time, subsequently visiting the airport and refusing to leave till they booked me onto another flight (finally after much persistence they got me onto SA Airways), then deciding what to take and what not…..I was heading into the NH winter (and it was as cold and wet as they said it would be),

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having fun in the snow in London

going into work everyday for three months knowing that once I finished for the liquidators that was it…no job to come back to. Finally it was all systems go and my daughter took over the house and car, moved all my belongings lock stock and barrel into storage (and it was still there till May this year hahaha)

kitties settled into new home, job finished, suitcase packed, visa entered, passport stamped…I was on my way.

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may the sun shine warm on your face, may the wind be always at your back

I cannot tell you how excited I was.

The flight was as full as it could be. I’m sure they had some folks stacked in the hold!!! LOL

After a long flight we landed safe and sound in Zurich. I bought a pastry and hot chocolate, sent a postcard and made my way to the boarding gate for the next leg of my journey.

I’m very interested in and keen on WW2 history. As we flew from Zurich to London I looked out at the blue skies and remembered all the air-battles that had taken place in that airspace, of all the people who died in the skies and countries below…of the people who fought for their freedom from all parties involved…and cried and cried, just about all the way to London….I was overwhelmed!

Finally we landed at City of London airport and after making my way to the tube as we came out of the underground at Hounslow I looked out the window of the train and very clearly in my head I said “Oh! I could live here!”. The chimney pots reminded me of Mary Poppins…only my most favourite film of all time…..I fell in love with a city.

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Keep Calm and Rule Britannia

Next leg of the journey was finding my way to Aer Lingus for the flight to Ireland. By now I was exhausted and so excited I could barely contain myself.

St Patrick's Day cupcakes...Guiness flavour!!

St Patricks’s Day cupcakes – Guinness flavour!!!

Finally we lifted off and I had my first real glimpse of London and the River Thames. Little did I realise that just on 9 years later I would be totally besotted with the city and the river that runs through it.

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London from the air

A passion that has taken me into nooks and crannies, along streets so full of history you can barely walk 3 steps without being amazed and participating in historical events the like of which I had never even imagined; I’ve spent more than 3 Days in London 😉

And then finally we flew over the Irish sea and so to Dublin. Seeing my sister and her hubby at the airport was thrilling, and so emotional…we cried enough tears of joy to refill the River Liffey should it ever run dry.

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the Penny Farthing Bridge and River Liffey, Dublin, Ireland

And thereafter history was made. I adored Ireland. I stayed with my sister and her husband and we had the most amazing time, travelling everywhere.

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having fun with Caroline & Ewart – in those days I could still climb walls!!

I swear we visited just about every county in the south of Ireland bar a few which I visited on the next 8 trips to Ireland over the next few years….till they eventually went back to South Africa.

Winter was as cold and wet as they had said it would be, and as miserable as I had not imagined. I was due to fly back to South Africa on the 4th December. We went for dinner at BLT in Dublin. I cried and cried and said “I don’t want to go back! I don’t want to leave!”IMG-20141203-WA0005

So I didn’t 🙂 I just didn’t go back. Instead I spent another two months loving Ireland and making the decision that I wanted to live forever and ever in the Northern Hemisphere. I wasn’t able to work in Ireland so instead just before my visa ran out I flew back across the pond to London, acquired the necessary paperwork to apply for my ancestral visa and after two weeks flew back to South Africa, finalised the sale of my house, and flew back to Ireland on the 22nd April 2002.

And I’m still here!!! I’m now a British Citizen, settled more than happily into my new persona and celebrating still my freedom.

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at my citizenship ceremony in Maidstone 25.02.2016

I love this country, I could never live anywhere else. I’ve achieved three of my dreams; visiting Venice, a birthday in Paris and seeing the White Cliffs of Dover (once I got my UK Passport). I’ve celebrated my 50th (Paris) and my 60th since I’ve been here (helicopter flight over London – gift from my daughter), travelled to the USA 3 times and Europe a great number of times, attended the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee, seen the Queen in Windsor on her 90th birthday and for the last 6 years at Trooping the Colour in London, attended Kate & William’s wedding (as a spectator), been to the London 2012 Olympics, flown over London in a helicopter, travelled the length and breadth of the UK, been to more villages, towns and cities and castles than I can remember, attended numerous traditional and annual events in the city, and thanks to my friend Joe been a passenger on the Trinity Tide

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me on the Trinity Tide for the Green man event in January

and amongst all of that…..my daughter joined me here in 2003! Best gift ever.

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me and Cémanthe

 

Happy 15th anniversary to me!

 

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Yes!! We went to Paris for Lunch! How marvellously indulgent is that. Having a British Passport really opens up the world.

When I first arrived in the UK back in 2001, I was on a South African passport with the accompanying ancestral visa.  Having this was, in my ‘book’, just the ultimate! It meant I could live and work in the UK, it also meant I could apply for visas to visit Europe and the USA…I really thought that was the ultimate.

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But as the years went by, I realised more and more what a real gem the ‘little red book’ is, the places I could go……instead of having to apply months in advance, spending a fortune and having to take off a lot of time (sometimes losing out on work due to visa appointments), the time got nearer to my making the decision to become a British Citizen (although that was a given anyway…I really wanted to be a citizen of the UK from when I first arrived), and apply for my British passport…..and now I have it. 🙂

 

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I have a list of ‘things I want to do’ when I get my passport, and one of them was to just book a ticket on the Eurostar and visit Paris for the day.  Thanks to my ‘wish angel’; aka my daughter, as part of the celebration of becoming a BC and getting that little red book, she, along with two of my sisters arranged a day trip to Paris for lunch!!!

Wowww, amazing!!! What an extraordinary feeling it was to be able to just get on the train and go….no visas, no limits! I didn’t really appreciate the freedom having a British passport would give me.

We set off really early in the morning of the 24th April, the day after my birthday and headed for Ashford where we were due to meet the Eurostar.

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5 minutes to go…..Paris for Lunch by Eurostar

To say that I had butterflies of excitement would be an understatement. I hadn’t ventured to Europe, or Paris for nearly 8 years…it just got tooooo expensive for the necessary visas, and after the trauma of getting a visa for our trip to Iceland I had decided I wasn’t planning any further trips until I had my British passport….but finally we were on our way!!!

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Paris for Lunch by Eurostar…and a bit of a selfie there 😉

Bubbling with excitement and barely able to keep my feet on the ground, we finally reached Ashford then whoosh, the Eurostar whizzed into the station and without further ado we were on our way!me and train I could scarcely contain myself.  My grin almost reached my ears. It was really awesome to be able to share this trip with my daughter and we chatted and planned and took dozens of photos…and we hadn’t even left the UK yet!!! LOLme and cj

Suddenly, like Alice, we were hurtling at speed through a tunnel and under the sea…or was that Nemo?

I still marvel at the engineering feat of the Eurotunnel. How extraordinary to be able to travel beneath the sea in a train…..okayyyy so it goes through a tunnel, but you know what I mean!

Before we had drawn breath we were in France…..although if you had woken up after a sleep you’d think you were in England….the landscape is exactly the same.  The modern accoutrements of roads and telephone wires, houses and bridges etc are of course somewhat different, plus they drive on the wrong side of the road on the continent, but other than that….the landscape is just the same.  I recall in 2008 seeing the rapeseed fields in England and after popping out the tunnel on the other side, seeing exactly the same fields in France.  It’s weird.

The excitement built the nearer we got to Paris and then we were there, on the outskirts and none too soon we drew to a stop at Gare du Nord.  The last time I had been there was in 2008 and of course prior to that, the most marvellous trip my daughter and I made in 2005 for my 50th.

Heading straight for the Metro we planned our journey through the maze and soon we were in the centre of Paris and a short walk from Notre Dame.

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the maze of the Paris Metro system – remarkably easy to use

Wow, that building is just awesome. I love that it stands on its own little island in the middle of the Seine; il de la cité….quite appropriate.

We didn’t go in but set off to find the restaurant that my daughter had in mind for lunch.  It was a place she had visited previously on a day trip, and felt it would fit the bill.  We tramped about, along the West Bank, down lanes and across bridges but the restaurant was nowhere to be found!!! Eventually she got onto google and located the place…right where we had initially been!!! LOL. By then I was beginning to despair and time was flying by.  As usual, channelling my inner tourist, I was really keen to see as much as possible, but as she reminded me, the purpose of the trip was to have ‘Lunch in Paris’…

The restaurant, la fourmi ailée, was an absolute delight. The interior is quirky, and very very French (naturellement)… 20160424_131621 - Paris for lunch 24.04.16

We made our way to a table at the rear of the restaurant and I spent the next few minutes simply gawking and admiring…..the place is a delight. Two of my favourite features were the painted ceiling and the books from floor to ceiling. We selected our meal and placed our order with the delightful waiter…oh that French accent….it’s amazing how the French accent combined with the language can turn a simple phrase like ‘clean up your mess and wash the dishes’ sound like music to your ears…unless you understand what’s being said of course LOL

I do love it. And yes I think I do love Paris in the springtime.  I’m so lucky to have my birthday in spring in the northern hemisphere….in South Africa I was an autumn baby (which explains why autumn is my favourite season), but of the joys of seeing the trees smothered in glorious clouds of pink cherry blossom, the parks alive with hundreds of spring flowers; a rainbow of colours….IMAG3174 - 2016.04.24 Paris for lunch

Although the weather was overcast and a bit wet, after lunch we set off to see ‘as much as possible’.  I really wanted to walk along the West Bank of the Seine to Pont Alexandre III.

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Pont Alexandre III

So after a second visit to Notre Dame we set off, but instead of sticking to the riverbank we did a sort of zig-zag and strolled along cobbled streets that meander here and there, leading to tiny squares, secret parks and hidden churches, enjoying the marvellous French architecture, patisseries, charming little shops and quirky lanes that lead you further and further into the depths of the city.

I adore how in Paris all the cafes have chairs on the sidewalks….they look so chic!IMAG3163 - 2016.04.24 Paris for lunch

It fascinates me that some of the houses and buildings still have the pockmarks from exploding shells and bullets during WW2 occupation.20160424_144156 - Paris for lunch 24.04.16  - CopyThe architecture is wonderful, in many places so old and deteriorating, so bad you wonder how it stays up, but that all lends to the charm. We discovered amazing street art, secret symbols and charming murals.

We managed to flash past some of Paris’s most well-known landmarks and saw a few in the distance.

We killed two birds with one stone….from a roundabout on the Champs-Élysées20160424_160116 - Paris for lunch 24.04.16 we could see the Arc de Triomphe,

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Arc de Triomphe

from Pont des Invalides we managed to see the Eiffel Tower in the distance,

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the Eiffel Tower in the distance

while at Notre Dame we saw the amazing statue of Charlemagne,

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Charlemagne

were just a stones-throw from Fontaine Saint Michel,

the famous ‘Metropolitain’ signIMAG3173 - 2016.04.24 Paris for lunch and the infamous ‘love-locks’ bridge.

One of the things I find most fascinating about Paris are the plane trees…they are so beautifully sculpted like soldiers in a row.IMAG3189 - 2016.04.24 Paris for lunch

All too soon we had to make our way back to the station.

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…is it really that late already???

On our way back to Gard de Nord we stopped for a quick look at the ‘Wall of Love’; now a landmark in its own right, this love-themed 40 square metres (430 sq ft) wall in the Jehan Rictus garden square in Montmartre, Paris, France. The wall, created in 2000 by calligraphist Fédéric Baron and mural artist Claire Kito, is composed of 612 tiles of enamelled lava, on which the phrase “I love you” is featured 311 times in 250 languages.

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The ‘Wall of Love’ in Montmartre

We also bought and devoured one of the most delicious Nutella crepes I have ever had, and viewed the fabulous Sacre Coure in Montmartre….one of my favourite areas of Paris.

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The Basilica of the Sacred Heart of Paris, commonly known as Sacré-Cœur Basilica and often simply Sacré-Cœur

Along the way we walked past the Grand Palais

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Grand Palais

passed through the 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, 10thand 18th Arrondisement and stumbled across a protest march near Avenue Franklin Delano Roosevelt20160424_154701 - Paris for lunch 24.04.16

Then suddenly we were back at the station….6 hours in Paris had whizzed by and it was time to board the Eurostar for London….tired but elated!!

We had just been to ‘Paris for Lunch’.

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Paris both repels and fascinates me. I find some of the buildings to be quite ‘cold’ although the wrought-iron balconies are charming.

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I find the wrought-iron balconies on the buildings rather charming

The parks are wonderful and of course the famous landmarks are wonderful to see up close….or not so close 😉

Although I seldom visit a place more than once and try to see everything I can on any one visit, I suspect that there is so much more to Paris than meets the eye. I shall look forward to another such visit….it would be sacrilege not to! 😉

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Bonjour and au revoir Paris…..till next time

 

 

 

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