London has been boiling recently, not that I am complaining but the Big Smoke does get, well… Smokey when temperatures rise. So on Saturday morning, Andrew and I decided to get some fresh air and to head to Rye which I have been wanting to visit for a while.
Rye is a little town in East Sussex, 90 minutes out of London and only 10 minutes from the beach, so our first stop that day was Camber Sands.
We headed there for a spot of sunbathing and reading before the sun got too strong for our pale skins to be able to stand it (even with SPF 50).
Camber Sands beach is beautiful. Hidden from the road by sand dunes, you will need to climb across the golden powdery monticules and you will find 2 miles of sandy shoreline. A heavenly sight on a summer day!
Camber Sands beach can get busy but it is so long that if you walk a bit you will easily find a spot away from the noisier crowds. We were there at low tide which meant walking a good 5 to 7 minutes to reach the water. So instead of a swim, we favoured lazying on our towels.
We left around lunch time and headed to Rye.
After parking the car we walked along the cobbled lanes of the city centre on the lookout for a spot to grab lunch. It was too hot for pretty much anything but ice-cream so we settled on The Fig, a little cafe which had some refreshing salads on the menu.
We then went for a digestive walk around the town slaloming from pavement to pavement in search of some shade.
The place is really pretty with its medieval and half-timbered houses. It is like being on the movie set of a Jane Austen adaptation.
The surroundings were beautiful, we, on the other hand, were two rather sweaty messes.
At that point, our afternoon was interrupted by a football match. England was playing Sweden, it was a big deal for some of us, we watched, they won, we resumed our visit.
Mermaid Street is the most famous place in Rye and rightly so, the street is beautiful and was even listed as one of the prettiest streets in England by the Telegraph.
We got lost in Rye a bit longer. Andrew got an ice-cream and I took more pictures.
Everywhere we looked made us feel like we were in a storybook.
As the sun was starting to go down and out stomachs to rumble we headed back home to London vowing to come back in the Autumn for a Sunday roast when the ivy on the houses turns red. If you have any pub recommendation around Rye I am all ears!