The above picture shows where we went yesterday (Saturday). From Hastings station, we went straight aboard a bus to Bexhill-on-Sea because Tigger wanted to revisit the De la Warr Pavilion.
Bexhill is a picturesque little town. It has many pretty views and some buildings with exotic features. Among these is the De La Warr Pavilion itself which has many fans. In fact, a schematic outline of it has been adopted as the town’s logo. The picture on the right shows the very 30s light fitting that hangs down inside the spiral of the main staircase.
The Pavilion hosts exhibitions and currently the main gallery is home to one entitled Unpopular Art. I thought that was a good title as many of the exhibits were definitely unpopular with me. Taste in art is a very subjective matter, I think.
We also wanted to visit Bexhill Museum but found it closed for refurbishment. I was amused to see a row of gulls sitting along the roof ridge and, to me, that was almost as good as visiting the museum itself.
Bexhill also sports a rather fine clock, the Edward VII Coronation Memorial Clock.
We briefly visited Little Common. I am not sure why we did. Maybe we thought there was more there than there is. Everything seems to close in Little Common on Saturday afternoon making it peaceful but dull. So we caught the bus back to Hastings and spent the rest of the day there.
By the time we reached Hastings, we had had nothing to eat since our cheese and tomato Upper Crust baguettes on the train down. It was now about 5 pm so we thought it was time for lunch. We went to the Italian Way and had vegetarian pizzas. I suppose you would describe this restaurant as plain and honest rather than brilliant.
Like most old towns with a long history, Hastings is a mixture of old and new. The photo shows what must once have been a rather elegant terrace of dwellings but is now in a state of decline. Above it are ruins. I am not sure whether this is a glimpse of Hastings castle. It certainly has one, dating from Norman times. Hastings itself is Anglo-Saxon. The name is thought to derive from a combined word, Hast-inga, meaning “Hasta’s people”.
We spent the remainder of the day exploring the seafront in the beautiful evening sun. We went onto the pier (pictured at the top) but much of it is closed off. Perhaps it too is in a state of decline. I took this picture of what must once have been a famous hotel, a resort of the rich, though the light is all wrong for a photo, of course.
I thought I would try to photograph some of the gulls and other birds. The gulls were particularly active and the photo on the right shows a crowd of them flocking at the end of the pier. I have seen the starlings doing this at Brighton Pier, but not gulls. I soon found that it is practically impossible to photograph flying birds with a camera that has only a review screen. You need a viewfinder for that.
Gulls are very bold to the point where they will snatch food from your hand but they are very sensitive to being stared at. It makes them uneasy. So if you want to approach a sitting gull, don’t look at it! This one is eying at me very suspiciously even though he is well out of harm’s way at the top of a 20-foot pole! Below are some more pictures I took before we left Hastings and returned home.