When we walk down into Hastings, this is our route – down a flight of steps and along this path, then through the glorious park, green and peaceful, a place of lakes and streams, flowers, birds and huge old trees.
But for car drivers, the road up from the sea north towards Battle offers a choice: the A21 or the A2100.
I love our English road signs – they convey the sense that everyone has lived here forever and nobody really needs the information about which way to go.
This is our road.
And when you arrive back to our house you find someone else with a very relaxed attitude to life:
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Another practical and pretty sunbonnet. I only wish they were part of the sartorial vocabulary in England, in which case I would have kept this bonnet, the straw bonnet, and all the Plain garb for sure. Sadly, here, this kind of gear just makes people feel bewildered and uneasy. But it was a good bonnet.