This week was special, for not only did my husband and I celebrate the anniversary of our first meeting (in a Hackney park, whilst walking our dogs. So essentially our life together began like a plot line in a cheesy rom com), but we also managed to slip away from the boy for an evening. With the house, a tantrum-prone teething toddler, and busy businesses to deal with, we haven't really had any quality time together since we last escaped to Paris in the summer. Safe to say, this was a jaunt desperately needed.
The fortified town of Rye, in East Sussex, used to form an important part of England's coastal defences, with the Channel crashing at its towering walls and Martello tower. These days, the river has been drained, and although a small fishing fleet still finds a base in the town, the wooden warships are long gone. What remains is a beautifully maintained town of winding Georgian alleyways and Tudor timber-framed buildings. Independent shops, tiny cafes, and cosy pubs now line the cobbled streets.
We stayed at The George Hotel, a gorgeous boutique space with lot's of clever design touches, the risk being you don't really want to leave your room! We were lucky to stay here after we got married (a lovely gift from friends), so when we decided to escape for our anniversary we knew just where to go. Last time we were at The George I was four months pregnant and suffered an unfortunate recurrence of morning sickness ('morning' sickness my arse), so it was nice to be able to not only enjoy the food at the Hotel this time, but actually eat it too.
As soon as we'd checked in, we headed out for a wander and an explore. I think my favourite thing about visiting places with so much history is discovering all the little quirks and oddities dotted about.
I particularly liked the tiles in the department store on the High Street.
Here's my vintage item of the week, with a little twist!
This sheer 1930's dress was a Christmas present from my husband, and was perfect for a special celebratory dinner in Rye. I felt a little like a shop girl for a Paris couturier. That's a good thing, by the way.
How have you spent this week, vintage lovers? Hope it's been a good one.