Memories Series Very soon after Christmas – in January 1941, when I was 14 years old, I took a job at the Post Office, then in the High Street, as a Telegram Boy. I was given an official arm band and a typically heavy red bicycle with 28 inch wheels. The saddle was let down to its lowest position as I was a short young lad. Continue reading Clifford Bloomfield’s Memories of The Second World War
Cinque Ports magazine is packed with stories, events and nostalgia from the Cinque Ports and adjoining areas. The latest issue features the Opening of the fine new War Memorial at Aldington, telling the story of how it came about and recording the event with many pictures.
Continue reading Read About the New Aldington Memorial in Cinque Ports
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 our area. The whole marsh is fence-less with only the odd gatepost to hinder your view to the hills of the west. The east had massive shingle banks that have in the last forty years been extracted to leave large lakes further east. The River Rother flows to the sea via Rye where my River Brede joins to swell its flow. Continue reading Living On The Marsh
We are very fortunate to have the only autograss club in Kent racing here on Romney Marsh. Invicta Kent Autograss Club have their very fast 1/4 mile raceway at Wenham Lane, Ivychurch. Autograss is car racing on a dirt track very similar to Grasstrack motor bike racing. The format of the meeting is short, sharp races with up to eight cars in a race starting from a standing start. The race Continue reading Autograss Racing on Romney Marsh
No man is more deserving of the title ‘True Ryer’ than Robert Vincent, who died at the Conquest Hospital on Saturday 13 October 2012.
Robert was know to almost every soul who lives in the town. His own particular brand of humour seem to make everyone smile.
He was born in Rye, went to school in Rye, played football for Rye, worked in Rye and lived in Rye for his entire lifetime. The eulogy, read at Robert’s funeral by son Continue reading Robert Vincent – A True Ryer
The first time I stood in this Chamber I was just seventeen and I had recently been crowned Miss Rye. Continue reading Inauguration Speech
St. Mary’s Bay Camera Club sent in this amazing selection of photographs, taken recently by members. Among the shots are many of local places. Photography has been a well recognised pastime since Louis Daguerre invented a new way to take pictures back in 1837. It only needed 30 minutes of light exposure, and the image didn’t fade with time. Today the process is so much easier but the principals in making good pictures remain the same. As in times past, it is the amateur photographer who leads the way when it comes to impact and originality. Continue reading St. Mary’s Bay Camera Club
By Mick McGarry
This book might be described as the consummation of a love affair. I cannot remember when I first came to Rye, and have lost count of how many times I have returned. Now that I live in her sister ‘Ancient Towne’ Of Winchelsea it is as if I have never left this corner of Sussex where history has been fashioned, and which means so much to those who have discovered it. Continue reading Malcolm Saville
By Beryl Dale
I was born in May 1938 on Romney Marsh near the Military Canal and when I think of the summers of my early childhood the sun seemed to have shone all the time. It is especially strange as those years were set against the back drop of war and all that entailed. We lived within walking distance of Rye, close to the Kent Continue reading Summers On the Home Front
“A piquant mix of love and strange desires”
Kent resident Greg Thompson, who retired as Head of Research with Kent Police in 2003, and lives on Romney Marsh, close to the Sussex border, has just written and published his debut novel – Dreams of Marrakesh. It is the story of two women who fall in love and allow their sadomasochistic desires free rein during an idyllic summer spent in the countryside of France. Along the way this mix of romance and thriller moves between the scenic backdrops of London, Paris, New York, and rural France. Continue reading Dreams of Marrakesh
