As usual, Tigger took the early train, leaving me to follow on later. Here’s where I started my journey – Charing Cross Station. As you can see, it started as a beautiful day, cold but with a low winter sun that brightened everything but also threw the scene into sharp relief, just what you need for taking photos.
The journey to St Leonards (the station is called Warrior Square, one of many references to the battle of Hastings in 1066) lasts about an hour and a half. By the time I arrived, at about 11:15, Tigger had delivered the package and we were free to do whatever we wanted.
The first thing we wanted, of course, was to explore. We started by walking along King’s Road, which looked the most interesting.
St Leonards is a rather charming seaside town. It is not noisily lively like Brighton, or cheerfully vulgar like Southend-on-Sea. In a sense, it is to Hastings what Hove is to Brighton: it is quietly elegant with a character of its own.
Given the time of year, I suppose it is not surprising that the promenade and beach are so quiet but, then again, it was a lovely day, so I wonder whether it is much more crowded at other times of year. We shall just have to come back and see!
Below are three images showing examples of the elegant architecture and attention to detail that help to give this town its charm.
There are several old shops in St Leonards, surviving from an early epoch. One of these is Wilson’s bakery, though the interior doesn’t quite come up to the same standard as the exterior. We had a light lunch here in the cafe at the back.
The morning weather forecast had warned of snow later and although the day had started sunny, clouds began to cover the sky. We didn’t want to get caught by bad weather and thought it best to return home without more ado.
Another reason for going home early for a rest was because we are off again tomorrow! While we were still exploring St Leonards, Tigger received a call requesting her to carry out another courier run, this time to Dorchester. We bought the train tickets on the way home and the package reached us by motorcycle courier while I was writing this. So now we are all set for a trip to Dorset.