I slept solidly again last night apart from waking up around 3:30am. Actually, the waking up is a good sign because that's what I tend to do at home - so I must be adjusting well. Actually I haven't experienced any jet lag to speak of at all.

After another good breakfast and some planning I headed back to the station. The weather was grey with some blue patches. I think it had rained again overnight.

My first destination was a little town called Rye. I've seen some photos and thought it would be a quaint place to visit.

On arrival I was treated by yet another city gate.

I wandered around the narrow streets with many Elizabethan and medieval buildings before reaching Mermaid Street which is by far the most picturesque.

After some morning tea in a tiny tea room I headed to the main church which was advertising climbs to their tower.

The stairs to the top were definitely the steepest and most narrow I have ever experienced. At one stage I could only proceed by walking side ways with my camera bag in front of me. Luckily the views were worth it.

It was incredibly gusty at the top. I wondered how these birds could be so calmly perched in that weather.

After the tower I made my way back to the train station past the river. The tide was out, which seems to be a recurring theme for me. But it did make me giggle at the sign.

I only had a short wait at the station before my next train to Hastings.