Rye is a charming and ancient town on the edge of Romney Marsh. The town is built up high into the hill and despite being quite small, it is densely populated with history, independents and beautiful architecture. And of course, Rye reaches to the lovely sands of Camber.
We arrived into Rye via the East gates of the town making our way up a gentle incline of East Cliff. As we headed on to the high street we passed beautiful building after beautiful building. This place is picture perfect and so perfectly preserved considering its history.
We wandered the streets and naturally made our way to Mermaid Street. The street is infamous and is full of medieval buildings and secret passageways, and was a smugglers dream. At the foot of the street is the aptly named The Mermaid Street Cafe. A small hole in the wall, perfect for a coffee break or in our case an ice-cream stop. The cakes & coffee were mouth-watering – but not ready to pause – we took our ice creams to go and headed out of the door.
Next we went in search of the castle. As we stopped at the top we overlooked the River Rother, greens and heard the faint bleating of lambs. Idyllic!
I proudly sew my own clothes and for many years I have lusted after Merchant and Mills. It’s a unique dressmaking supplies shop with a very clear aesthetic. From their simple patterns, notions and tools to a wide array of natural & beautiful cloth. Self-restraint had to be practiced! I had a small shopping list though, and left looking ridiculously happy!
With food on our minds, we headed back down the high street and came decided upon The Standard Inn. We knew we’d made the right choice when their resident Border terrier came to greet us at the door. The food was great too so we can wholeheartedly recommend this place!
Give the Joy Back
After we got home, we decided to get ourselves a little engagement gift. We’d been eyeing up Anthony Burrill‘s prints for our walls for quite some time but never quite settled. When we saw a new release in “Give the Joy Back” we knew it was the right one. And unbeknownst to us, one of those very quaint shopfronts we looked in the window of in Rye, printed this very print for Anthony Burrill. Could we have picked a more appropriate gift?