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Saturday I was on the 9.06 train out of here, and narrowly caught the Marsh Link train which has been retimed I suspect - also the train came in on a different platform, chiz. I had only a minute to spare. Bad news for expotitions to Eastbourne and Bexhill.
It was a combination of a book fair and four secondhand shops that drew me back to Rye; the fair turned out to be a carbon copy of Lewes, minus the expensive Dicks. Who buys this stuff? Clearly I need to get into Malcolm Saville. A quick sortie along the main road revealed that the paperback shop is closed - and an interesting vintage clothes shop didn't open til 11 and had a section of poetry that was rather good (as I found when dashing for a train back).
You hook back round for the High Street - wave at Henry James's house, and ascend Lion Street to John Fletcher's house - no longer with a dog's welcome - for a Rye Cream Tea. Interestingly, I was offered s/cones rather than s/cons. I wander up to the Ypres Tower for the view across to the windfarm, Dungeness and the sea. Back down the hill to a secondhand shop - which turns out to be the only one left. I buy a John Clare collection - and should have bought the prose as it wasn't really twenty quid. The owner talked for half an hour. Scary.
I look for Chapter and Verse, but it's a wooden toy shop, and was that last visit as well. Another view of the estuary, then of the Radcliffe Hall house, a shuffle round the record store, and thence to Julian Graves for raisins. I go to the deli, and almost fail to get served but don't flap (I am not anyone's husband) - although the assistant's failure to understand that when I say, yes, I want a bag, means I do want a bag.
It gets towards a point when I could catch a train onward to St Leonard's, back to Ashford and maybe browse the outlet or to return home and buy cherries. I opt for the latter, but should have bought them at the greengrocer as I had to walk the whole length of the high street before returning to Cafe Nerd. I say walk the whole high street, but there were diversions into three charity shops, which yielded a better haul than the whole day. I've never seen Pulsar 2 before. I scandalised the fruit stall by buying four pounds in weight.
And then a long, leisurely, Americano on the high street, reading Joanna Russ and whiling away the time.
It was a combination of a book fair and four secondhand shops that drew me back to Rye; the fair turned out to be a carbon copy of Lewes, minus the expensive Dicks. Who buys this stuff? Clearly I need to get into Malcolm Saville. A quick sortie along the main road revealed that the paperback shop is closed - and an interesting vintage clothes shop didn't open til 11 and had a section of poetry that was rather good (as I found when dashing for a train back).
You hook back round for the High Street - wave at Henry James's house, and ascend Lion Street to John Fletcher's house - no longer with a dog's welcome - for a Rye Cream Tea. Interestingly, I was offered s/cones rather than s/cons. I wander up to the Ypres Tower for the view across to the windfarm, Dungeness and the sea. Back down the hill to a secondhand shop - which turns out to be the only one left. I buy a John Clare collection - and should have bought the prose as it wasn't really twenty quid. The owner talked for half an hour. Scary.
I look for Chapter and Verse, but it's a wooden toy shop, and was that last visit as well. Another view of the estuary, then of the Radcliffe Hall house, a shuffle round the record store, and thence to Julian Graves for raisins. I go to the deli, and almost fail to get served but don't flap (I am not anyone's husband) - although the assistant's failure to understand that when I say, yes, I want a bag, means I do want a bag.
It gets towards a point when I could catch a train onward to St Leonard's, back to Ashford and maybe browse the outlet or to return home and buy cherries. I opt for the latter, but should have bought them at the greengrocer as I had to walk the whole length of the high street before returning to Cafe Nerd. I say walk the whole high street, but there were diversions into three charity shops, which yielded a better haul than the whole day. I've never seen Pulsar 2 before. I scandalised the fruit stall by buying four pounds in weight.
And then a long, leisurely, Americano on the high street, reading Joanna Russ and whiling away the time.
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