Rye - day 1

Kate and I woke up at 6am to find the footpath for a jog. We wound up finding a very short footpath that ended as abruptly as it started, so we wandered around a neighborhood and between running and walking did about 2.25 miles according to my GPS. Then we wandered around the town before anything opened and found things like the Henry James house.

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Rye

Aug 22, 2006 - 93 Photos

We showered and went to breakfast with Michelle. Our host, Glynne, told us a few stories, including the fact that Paul McCartney came into the Mermaid store (downstairs) with his chauffer ("as you do"). He also said that Tom Chapin (of Keane) lives literally across the street from the place we stayed in. Not only that, we think Kate and my window looked practically into his window. Glynne said that Tom likes Rum Raisin ice cream and "fancies himself a bit."

Tuesday was the day we took the train to London to meet up with some of Kate's Keane buddies. The first train, the "Marsh Express" was a small two car train that didn't really honk at crossings. It was more like the train said "excuse me" in a soft little "beee-deep." We changed trains at Ashford International and took another train to Charring Cross. We waited in "the" Trafalgar square for a while for Kate's friends to show up. "The" is in quotes because it was a little sur-real that I was really there. You can see the photos from our trip to London by clicking on the next image.

Tuesday trip to London

Aug 22, 2006 - 31 Photos

For lunch we tried to eat in the Crypt (near by), but it was too packed and instead found an Irish pub near Leicester Station. After lunch a few of the Keanies split off, but Mel, Helen and Jill went with the three of us, past St. Arbucks (the patron Saint of Coffee) to take an open air double decker tour bus.

All day long there were a lot of helicopters and sirens, but we didn't quite know what was going on. It turns out that while we were there, they were arraigning 11 of the terrorist suspected in the most recent airline bombing attempt.

We all slept on the train going back to Rye and had dinner at the Ship Inn Pub across the street. That's where I had my first Scrumpy Jack - which was QUITE a good cider. I wonder if they sell it in Seattle. Kate sacked out right after dinner and I took Michelle on the same walking tour Kate and I had done that morning.