|Not a day for walking at Rye Harbour|
I suggested driving out to investigate Station Antiques in Appledore, which I had read about somewhere. Blimey, talk about the back of beyond - driving mile after mile beyond Rye alongside the Royal Military Canal, with the empty marsh spread out on one side and reed-edged dyke, sheep and the steep slopes of the old sea cliffs on the other. Occasionally, motorcyclists roared past us - they clearly use the quiet, and relatively straight Royal Military Road as a racetrack.
I don't think I'd like to live on Romney Marsh - a bit depressing. It feels so isolated.
Station Antiques was not bad, but nothing of interest, so then we explored the village. By this time Sunday lunch beckoned, so we tried the Black Lion pub. Not great to look at, but a very warm, friendly place with an unexpectedly long and classy looking menu - quite expensive too. We opted for the Sunday roasts, and I am not exaggerating when I say I have scarcely ever been faced with such a huge plate of food in my life. One portion would have done us both easily and still have had leftovers. And this is the Battleaxe who is supposed to be on a diet.... ugh, the agony of it. Have only lost 1.5 pounds so far.
|Black Lion in Appledore|
Appledore itself is quite a pretty village with some pretty old houses along its one wide main street.
|Nice topiary at Appledore|
See also 'The Knight whose armour didn't squeak' by AA Milne.
What other nice places are there on Romney Marsh?