The Royal Military Canal was built as protection against Napoleon, but never came to use for that case.
The canal itself is straight without natural bendings, in former times it had canons in every corner.
Apart from having a room with view on the canal, I only went for walks along it. Cyling is only possible on a short part of the canal before reaching Hythe.
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Showing posts with label romney marsh. Show all posts
Wednesday, 23 October 2013
Tuesday, 22 October 2013
St. Mary in the Marsh
It took some hours before the fog left, inside as also outside. My tent was dry at midday so I went to take a look at St. Mary in the Marsh before heading off in direction Lydd and Dungeness.
And no, it is not true. Doctor Syn was not real, therefore not the vicar in this church :)
And no, it is not true. Doctor Syn was not real, therefore not the vicar in this church :)
St. Mary in the Marsh - The Star Inn
I had an appointement for Sunday evening in the small village St. Mary in the Marsh, in The Star Inn. Mark and his friends Phil and John were having a gig there.
I arrived at half past four, put up my tent in the garden und had an unique evening of entertainment - great musicians played together!
Listen, my friends!
I arrived at half past four, put up my tent in the garden und had an unique evening of entertainment - great musicians played together!
Listen, my friends!
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cycling england 2013,
england,
music,
romney marsh
Rye - Embroidery
Busy hands from Rye created these pieces. Each one a part of life and history in Rye. I bet the killer on the last work is smuggler Tony.
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Monday, 21 October 2013
Pett Level - The Beach
The beach reaches far and invited me to take walks along the shore.
When the tide is low one can see the remains of an old forrest which grew here 2000 years ago.
I spent hours on the beach, and met strange creatures on my way.
When the tide is low one can see the remains of an old forrest which grew here 2000 years ago.
I spent hours on the beach, and met strange creatures on my way.
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cycling england 2013,
england,
pett level,
romney marsh,
sea
Pett Level - The Magic Spot :)
After having cycled up the cliffs behind Hastings I rolled down to the Romney Marshes. Just in the corner where the road leads down to the coast is the village Pett Level. The sandstone cliffs reach their easternmost point and the Royal Military Canal ends here.
As I sat on a bench listening to the sea, Dan the fisherman, invited me to a cup of tea. I had already met Lou, had a room in Mark´s B&B and some hours later had my first beer in the local pub The Smugglers Inn.
In the end I stayed in Pett Level 3 times, always returning to the musical events in the pub and all those nice people I met there :)
So here comes a big shout out to Mark and Karen, Graham, Lou and Dan, to Joe, Phil and Leslie, and Maureen. I also want to say hello to the staff of the pub, Sue and Steve, Amber, Alex and all the others around :)
It was really good to meet you all and to listen to the music made in these surroundings - I had a great time!

As I sat on a bench listening to the sea, Dan the fisherman, invited me to a cup of tea. I had already met Lou, had a room in Mark´s B&B and some hours later had my first beer in the local pub The Smugglers Inn.
In the end I stayed in Pett Level 3 times, always returning to the musical events in the pub and all those nice people I met there :)
So here comes a big shout out to Mark and Karen, Graham, Lou and Dan, to Joe, Phil and Leslie, and Maureen. I also want to say hello to the staff of the pub, Sue and Steve, Amber, Alex and all the others around :)
It was really good to meet you all and to listen to the music made in these surroundings - I had a great time!

Labels:
cycling england 2013,
england,
music,
pett level,
romney marsh
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