Day two of the break saw the Tomlinsons head for the quaint village of Rye Harbour in East Sussex. (Thanks to Jenny Craske for the tip!) A flat desolate shore, Rye is a National Reserve which boasts a huge number of exotic and rare birds. Twitchers were out in predictable force- armed with cameras, wooly hats and scruffy notebooks. Whereas we just bought our Terrier Max with us- to ensure all birds were scared from the vicinity!
It was a charming walk before we retired to a local pub for lunch. A plate of fresh scampi and a pint of ‘Bishop’s Finger’ later – and a slow scenic drive took us home to a roaring fire and the chance for some blogging. Does it get better than that? (Not once I pop the cork on the nice bottle of red which is gently calling to me as I type!) Oh and if you are looking for the theological link- tough! It is my time of relaxation!!
