A walk down All Saints Street, Hastings

Well, it took me over an hour to walk the few hundred yards that is All Saints Street in Hastings. It was resplendent under the mid afternoon sun – not the best time to take photos but sometimes you have to before everything disappears into shadow.

At least, this time,¬†I managed to stop myself for a while before being drawn over the road and onto the beach. But that’s another post.


The Priscilla MacBean (C1920) is one of the two old life boats currently on display in Hastings
The Stag Inn is the reputedly the most haunted pub in Hastings.
Example of Tudor architecture in Hastings
The flagstones of All Saints Street pavements.
Pretty flowers decorated the street.
Looking a little spaghetti western in places adds to the eclectic atmosphere of Hastings Old Town
People making a real effort with their potted plants And, when the decisive moment is the sudden appearance of a babies’ buggy.
Maybe not the oldest architecture, but I love these little cottages.
These slab steps are a fond memory of my youth – sitting there with my then besties ūüôā
More early architecture – once inhabited by fishermen and tradesmen, many have now been priced out by holiday let landlords.
Love zinc pots
Postcard perfect scene.
The second of the lifeboats on display with All Saints church in the background.




It wasn’t quite the same walking the orchard this week without the little white thing but the¬†weather was fine¬†and the cider brewery didn’t clear all the apples so the colours were resplendent in the autumn sun. It was such a fine day, we extended our walk up to the castle and engaged with the ducks who are always extremely outrageous but highly comical.

Autumn windfalls.
Cider apples that are normally collected by the brewery.
A hardy few cling on for dear life.
Sunshine and cobwebs.
Bodium castle in the sun.
A formidable construction.
The moat ducks are audacious
They always cheer me up.
Lots of new vineyards in the area producing new local wines.
Rushes by the river.
The Bodian steam railway soon to me linked in to the national network.

New Places – First Times

Waking to a bright, sunny autumnal morning earlier this week, I thought I might challenge myself and take myself off to a new, different type of¬†place to photograph. Just up the road from us is a beautiful little church, nestled in the woods – hence the name ‘Church in the Wood’ – and it would be the first time I had tried to capture a graveyard. Maybe a little macabre for some but, although not being religious, I do find them serene. And, a good chat with the 87 year old gardener (wish I’d got a shot of him) and the sexton who tried to tice me into Christianity with bacon butties rounded off the morning nicely.

I tried editing these images but whatever I did, I couldn’t seem to make them look better – maybe my crush on Photoshop is gradually waning. These are as they came out of the camera. Now that I’ve photographed it once, I need to go back soon and take the photos I wish I’d taken. Here are¬†six (or seven) of what I got this week. I hope you enjoy the serenity of them.


Cocktail Safari at Rye Jazz Festival

Processed in B+W for Leanne’s Monochrome Madness Challenge

Always laughing.
Always laughing.

Being only the third year of the Rye Jazz Festival, it’s not so surprising that the streets weren’t buzzing with activity and there wasn’t a saxophonist on every street corner. However, we struck gold when we turned up at the historic¬†Buttermarket for a gig by a Hastings band: Safari Cocktail. Although we were two of only a few when they started, by the time they’d finished the first set, the street was crowded. Great musicians, great fun.

Because it was such a small venue, I was able to get a lot of shots which then makes it difficult to decide which ones to show and virtually impossible to restrain myself to showing only 6 Рso, here are 10. I really enjoyed trying to shoot this event and I shall be looking out for more opportunities to practise this type of photography again.

6 Of and Off charing Cross Bridge

This is the second time this year I’ve turned up to a place thinking I knew it but when I got there it had changed. Like the old iron bridge that is now¬†all shinny and glass that I visited in Shoreham this year, Charing Cross bridge has undergone a facelift. What was an old, dark, Victorian, cast iron structure is now a sailboat like structure of white poles and rigging. I like Victorian architecture but this is beautiful too.

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