After our last lot of exploits up 'north' we go involved in decorating the hall, stairs and landing and also updating the kitchen. Well if the house is going to be untidy, you might as well do it properly!
We set off for Fairlight, which is a couple of miles east of Hastings. M4, and M25 were busy but no problems and we soon found our way onto the sight.
The site is in the middle of Fairlight woods, so as you can imagine, there were rather a lot of trees there. The caravan pitches were in small groups based in clearings in the woods.
Now as it was autumn, the trees were shedding their leaves and they were getting every where! the wardens, were constantly out sweeping and collecting leaves!
As usual when we got to the site I asked the warden, what he reckoned was the 'best pitch available'? we were directed to use pitch 5, as although there were trees overhanging it, they were not the sort that were dropping nuts, conkers or acorns.
Bexhill, a town that has certainly seen better days!
Hastings and thoroughly enjoyed wandering round the old fishing area.
Rye, a quaint old town on the edge of the Marshes.
Dungeness where we were able to watch the train travelling across the marsh.
We travelled up to Folkestone on one day so Lizzie could relive old haunts, and then went on to Rainham where we met my cousin Lee for dinner. It was very good to see her looking so well!
For some reason, probably the inclement weather we took only 4 photos on our week away! Note to self , take more photos. I did take this one of Lizzie in Hastings though.