Had a lovely weekend down in 1066 country - the ladyfriend and I took a trip out in the motor and headed off Hastings bound. Enroute we dipped our toe in Pevensey Bay and Bexhill very nice. On arriving in Hastings things started to fall apart, I can only best describe it as Calais, bit rough and industrial on the edges. When we got into the old town it was quite a different story and one with a happy ending as there were rambling cobbled streets with antique and bric-a-brac shops galore! I was itching to buy many items of Victoriana but the ladyfriend and my ailing bank balance stopped me.
I think Hastings will be an absolute treat to visit when the holiday makers go back to their tenaments. Oooh they were rough - rings through the noses, tattoos of naked ladies, colourful language replica sportswear and big patches of sunburn (as my mother says - they just don't catch the sun the same way we do)
I kept my hand on my h'appeny at all times in Hastings!
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