Let us take the bull by the horns. There is a love-hate relationship between Rye and Winchelsea. Such a relationship is most commonly found in families, and these two ancient towns are like rival sisters in a powerful family. Winchelsea, the elder, still beautiful in her widow’s weeds, looks down from a height of I20ft. Continue reading Winchelsea
Mapp & Lucia’s Rye
“There is not in all England a town so blatantly picturesque as Tilling”.
So said E.F Benson, of his home town of Rye, East Sussex, used by Continue reading Rye By Any Other Name
The first music on offer is the Ukulele Band of Great Britain. You may never think about music in the same way once you’ve been exposed to the Ukes’, depraved musicology, from Charlie Parker, to the Sex Pistols through J.S. Bach. Continue reading Rye Festival Of Music And The Arts
March opened with a furore centred on the proposed new building for Rye Library. Councillor Sam Souster firing shot after shot in defence of the revised plan for the building, and telling the objecting Rye Councillors that time was running out if the grant for the site was to be obtained.
The objections of the “Friends of Rye Library” group on the grounds that the Continue reading Town Crier April 2004
Gilbert Fabes was born on January 6th, 1894, in one of the severest winters of the century. His family lived in a small working-class house in Stanford Street, off the Vauxhall Bridge Road, Westminster. Continue reading Gilbert Fabes
