Easter weekend in Rye, Sussex

While it was pouring rain in London, we escaped to Rye, a small medieval town about an hour from London. It was a small town with a cobbled stone main street, known as the Mermaid Street. It’s beautiful, if you capture it at the right time, right season, right lighting and with professional photography. Of course, our photography skills were limited:

Rye Sussex Mermaid Street

and stumbling upon the Purdie Gallery, which showcased some impressive landscape photography to prove us that much!

No English village break is complete without some cycling. We rented a bike from Rye Hire and despite the maps given to us, we managed to detour onto a grass route along the canal. If you’ve never cycled on grass, know that every turn is a work out for your quad muscles. I had to get off and push my bike many times. Imagine my relief we when we finally reached paved road and cycled all the way around the Rye Harbour Nature Reserve. It was pretty easygoing then – smooth tarmac, blue skies, wind blowing in our faces.

Cycling Rye Harbour

We replenished our energy with a cream tea at The Cobbles Tea Room, based out of a cute cottage built in 1826. All cakes and tea served on beautiful crockery.

The Cobbles Tea Room Rye Sussex

The best thing about Rye was all the antique shops that lined the streets. It is definitely one of the places with the most antique shops per square mile. You will find everything from antique jewellery to silver cutlery to upcycled furniture. Being the indecisive shopper that I am, we spent ages examining and debating about whether to purchase this or that. I finally left town with some silver plated cutlery, a Scandi style rug, and no jewellery. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about antique jewellery, it is certainly one of a kind and you would be hard pressed to find the exact same piece which fits you.

Our stay was completed by a great dinner at The Ambrette, a restaurant which serves British Indian fusion cuisine. Think dishes like quinoa and mushroom biriyani and desserts like profiteroles with cardamom scented chocolate sauce. After a very filling dinner, a good night’s sleep was much needed. We stayed at Kings Head Inn, a cottage where you can park your car right outside your room’s door. It reminded me of the motels dotted along an American highway, except this time the decor was much more British with its champagne coloured pillows and brass painted wardrobes.