Living On The Marsh

By Jimper WATER Living as I did, and still do on the marsh, one could not go further than two hundred yards without coming into contact with it. Water was all around one; the sea to the south and the River Brede to the north being the two largest obstacles to keep we kids in … Continue reading Living On The Marsh

Jimper’s Early Years Part Two

We youngsters turned our hands to anything for a bob, from killing rabbits to catching butterflies. There is nothing more different than a butterfly from a kicking bunny. Next door to us is now a pair of houses, but in those days it was two acres of market garden run by an old man who … Continue reading Jimper’s Early Years Part Two

Jimper’s Early Years

Written for “Rye’s Own in Jimper’s Inimitable Style The world was in darkness the night I was born, not a light was to be seen, and then, as I grew and could walk and run, the lights came on all over the Kingdom. The war with Germany was over, the marsh was crying out for … Continue reading Jimper’s Early Years

Going Home to Rye

  By Beryl Dale I went down to Rye with my daughter to discover more about the exceptional circumstances which had led to my parents’ house being flooded in November 1960. I had been living in London at the time and had just completed the preliminary exams which took place half way through my Physiotherapy … Continue reading Going Home to Rye

Wharehouses At The Strand

From a water colour by Austin Bloomfield The warehouses at The Strand still stand today. They are a reminder of Rye’s maritime past when many ships used to dock in The Strand and unload their cargos of grain, timber, basic slag, coal etc. into these and other warehouses and yards dotted around the area.