Blogs from East Sussex, England, United Kingdom, Europe - page 2

Correction: Imentioned I was reading 1984, when in fact it was Animal Farm as you'll know from the quote i gave. I intended to reread 1984, having just bought 1948, a rhyming spoof, but as i downloaded the complete works of Orwell onto the Kindle, i started them alphabetically, and read Animal farm instead. Friday 27th July to Friday 3rd August Spent a very happy week, though with a little more rain, situated between Rye and Hastings near the East Sussex coast at Pett. This week is completely differnt from the previous few weeks. a family holiday in a large comfortable house with a huge garden, hillocked and burrowed by rabbits and surrounded by woods. The children, aged one to 11 play on the tyres hanging from a tree and explore the woods. We visit Rye ... read more

Tuesday 24th Daisy and I packed up and left Brooklands Farm in Happy Valley (I think it's called that, a picture of it was named so in the local pub), leaving the hens to pick the site clean of breakfast crumbs. We went to Polzeath beach for another afternoon of North-Star-by-the-Sea - sun, sand and surfing, before leaving to get back to Plymouth to drop Daisy off. We had five lovely days in Port Isaac and both want to go back there next year. Daisy went off to a social engagement and her mother, Sam, and i walked round to the Barbican to catch the evening sun - like Padstow, only bigger and less crowded, at this time of the evening at least. Wednesday 25th 9.50pm - I'm sitting outside the van in a campsite at ... read more

http://www.lukegraves.co.uk/travelblog.html Introduction Why Travel? Intro to Intro Before we get cracking I just wanted to assure you that this is not a ‘What I did on my holidays’, repeat after me in a dull boring voice “This is not a, what I did on my holidays” There is no slide show. I made enough of a prat of myself when I got back from travelling telling stories that no-one cared about. Where I laughed my way through ten minutes of the hilarious story about when Dave drove us around Sydney only to realise that they don’t know blind Dave. While researching some of the things that I have written about, I realised that some places have change a lot and I’m getting old. A friend was left shocked when I told him that while travelling I ... read more

Tilbury Place is a large, three floor house, which used to be called St John's Lodge. It was built in 1810 when Edwin and Laetitia Tarner lived in it. Tilbury was Edwin's wife's maiden name. It was willed to Brighton Council in 1933 by the remaining family, and became a charitable nursing home for the poor. It is now a group of listed buildings. At the end of the Place is Prior House, now Brighton Unemployed Centre, but formerly Brighton Girls Club c1936. The garden became the Tarner recreation ground, very few gardens attached to Brighton townhouses retain their original size, in fact very few houses retain their original domicile shape, most being turned into flats, Tilbury Place being no exception. The recreation ground retains the old flint wall that was originally part of Tarner's garden, ... read more

Today we had sunshine, showers and a riot - a riot of colour! We journeyed, in a coach full of people "of a certain age" (like us), to Northiam, just off the road to Rye in the county of East Sussex - to the remarkable gardens of the late Christopher Lloyd. If, outside your back door, you enter a jungle, or you have far too many plants stuffed into too small a place, or if you have flowers whose colours clash violently with those next to them, you'd be totally at home here at Great Dixter. It's a quintessentially English garden, gone mad! This was the family home of the highly educated, and some might say highly eccentric, gardener and author Christopher Lloyd. He died, aged 84, in January 2006. One of his beloved dachshunds apparently ... read more

In the corner of my window the big blue sea is struggling with the invisible stressed wind which can’t stop travelling from west to the east or from North to the South.. So funny how they try to express their feeling and no one listens them. Except few sadus in the caves... But then no one listens those sadus. Except few backpackers but nobody listens them. So it tickled my eyes in the morning as I opened my curious curtains to see where I am today. The seagulls flying on the sky like some crazy old dinosaurs that just recognized something is missing. They are so noisy and panicky. I hope they will settle down by the time the clock shows 1pm. At 1 pm is too late to change things. If you didn’t start the ... read more