Had a Friend Request today from John Glen Henderson – Said ok as he looked oldish and respectable. On his Facebook page it said he came from Menlo and I have been there it’s in Silicon Valley California.
The Bonfire Society Auction, held at the Mermaid Inn on Thursday 14 May realised a massive £5,100, a record by over £1000 on any previous year. Continue reading Record Bonfire Auction
Kent and Sussex were hot beds of smuggling for centuries, and to judge by reports, still are. Originally, wool was smuggled out to France, rather than other goods coming in. The reason was that we produced high quality wool, but had not the means of processing it. The French and Dutch did. In 1622, it was made a hanging offence to smuggle out wool. The government then imported French and Dutch weavers and other trades to process the wool. That is why we have many large houses of Dutch style in our area. Many parishes have their Cloth Halls, The Weavers, and so on. Continue reading Smuggling
Saturday 2nd – Sunday 10th February 2013 School for Scallops
The medieval town of Rye, on the Sussex coast, is home to one of the biggest scallop celebrations in Europe. From 2nd – 10th February 2013 the ancient Cinque Ports town gives itself over to the mouth-watering shellfish during the Rye Bay Scallop Week. Continue reading Rye Bay Scallop Week
Already 16 venues in and around Rye in East Sussex have confirmed their intent to showcase Wild Boar and medieval dishes on their menus, many of which have already submitted their menus and can be found on the website wildboar.org.uk. Continue reading Wild Boar Week
This photograph taken outside The Bell on Bonfire Night captures the very atmosphere of the place. It has always been known as a meeting place for Ryers and holiday makers alike.
It is possibly the oldest pub in Rye, difficult to date historically but some parts are believed to be over 500 years old. A tavern was recorded on the site as early as 1420. Continue reading Ye Olde Bell Inn
There were other buildings which found their way into our games. Brought up, as we were, in a town full of old buildings, we took little notice of them unless they affected us.There were two in Mermaid Street that became, even if only by implication, part of our games. Continue reading A Rye Childhood – Part 1