I decided to ride to the ancient town of Rye on the south coast of England. Actually it’s one of my favourite places to visit of all time and I’ve been many, many times.
This is the route I took
Rye's history can be traced back to before the Norman Conquest (which began in 1066), when, as a small fishing community, it was almost surrounded by water and lay within the Manor of Rameslie. The sea has retreated and now lies two miles from the town and sheep graze where the waves once broke on the beach. More history here.
Built on a rock, traffic has had to by-pass the town thus preserving it well. Once almost completely surrounded by the sea, Rye was important in the time of Alfred the Great, providing ships and men for the navy. In the 13th and 14th centuries, however, it was frequently attacked by the French and was eventually burnt to the ground in 1377. The fascinating and atmospheric town of the present day is basically the one that grew from the ashes of the old, with 16th century timbered houses and winding cobbled streets.
I had a pillion passenger, my wife Kath, who helped take a few snaps along the way.