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What Bogwitch did on her holidays...

I haven't had much luck with holidays. The last time I went away for a week I was stuck near Glastonbury during the fuel protests (was that really in 2000?), and the last weekend away I had was during Foot and Mouth and we couldn't go anywhere but Salisbury Town Centre. It might have been only a few days, but my first holiday for four years went surprisingly well. No mothers were pushed over Beachy Head murdered, despite their best efforts to make me do it, so I have to count it as a success.



Monday. Drove to Pevensey, where we stayed in a 15th century cottage about 100 yards from the castle. It was really creaky. Went for a lovely evening stroll around the ruins. This was where the Norman fleet landed apparently.

Castle Greyskull...


Note moody moat.


A view from the castle through Roman arch, (note the difference in construction between the Roman Bailey wall and Norman Keep walls. Spot the pub). Still with me? We stayed in a cottage down that road.


Tuesday. We went to Battle (not literally) to see Battle Abbey and the Battle of Hastings battlefield (try that sentence when you're drunk). Very nice in the hot sunshine which got me despite the Factor 30 sunscreen.

The Novices room


Some room or other (I forgot to look)


Ruins


More ruins


Oh look, more ruins


The battlefield. Didn't see any arrows.


After that we went to Rye, which was boring.

Oh, the irony...


So we went and sat on the beach at Pevensey Bay instead.

Ow. Stones. No invasion fleet was spotted. Phew. (those people aren't us, btw)


Wednesday. Went to Brighton. No photos of the massive row I had with my mum in the street.

Saw the Wilmington Long Man chalk Hill Figure. Sadly not as well hung as the one at Cerne Abbas.



Then we went to see my uncle and that was it.

Thursday. Came home. Too lazy to look at anything else.