Place: Hastings, England.
Date: November 2 & 3, 2013.
Camera: Sony DSC-HX20V.
Over the past couple of years, T and I have been "picking off" all of the major seaside towns along the south coast. We've done Brighton, Littlehampton, Eastbourne, Rye and Bournemouth. On the weekend we went to Hastings — to celebrate T's birthday — and stayed at the White Rock Hotel in a room overlooking the (burnt out) pier.
We had both expected to find Hastings rather run down and shabby, so we were pleasantly surprised to find it really wasn't like that at all. Indeed, the Old Town, with its bunting-strewn streets, was rather sweet and filled with trendy art and antique-type stores ("Portobello Road on the south coast," is how I saw it described) and The Stade was interesting, with its fresh fish stalls, its beautiful old net shops — tall, black wooden sheds for storing fishing kit — and its miniature railway.
In terms of food and drink, we hit the jackpot — more by chance than proper research. The hotel we were staying in had a terrific bar with local ales (and delicious bowls of hot hand-cut chips) and in neighbouring St Leonards-on-Sea we discovered a brilliant Indian restaurant, called Cinnamon Spice, where we enjoyed a truly delicious curry worthy of all those good reviews on TripAdvisor.
We went back to St Leonards the next morning, mainly to check out Marine Court, the magnificent art deco building that resembles a huge passenger liner sitting in dock, but to also soak up the lovely sunshine and take in the fresh sea air.
And before we caught our mid-afternoon train back to London, we hauled our luggage into the Old Town (again), where we had a couple of pints, stocked up on cakes from a local bakery and purchased a lovely antique-looking jewelry box for my bits and bobs. It was a lovely, relaxing way to end what had been a lovely, relaxing weekend. Hastings, you have a couple of new fans.