Today promised rain and as I hadn't been impressed with the little bit of Brighton we had seen we decided to head out of town and start visiting a few of the old places. Booked a bus ticket and Annette had about half an hour to visit an old palace in the middle of town that some queen or king or may be both by looking at it had built to impress someone. Just a little bit over the top. The Brighton Pavilion built by the Prince of Wales so Annette said. I stayed out front to guard the packs and true to her word Annette flew through it to emerge to find me true to form sitting on a chair chatting to one of the ladies at the front desk. Annette said she ran from room to room and security were keeping an eye on this mad women.
Caught the bus out of Brighton to Handcross just as it started to rain. Arrived and on with the wet weather gear and walked to visit Nymans. Found this and others like it in the garden. It is what I call a dove tree and we have tried to grow it home with no success. They were full of flower, sorry for those in the know, white bracts.
Here is just a small patch of deciduous azaleas. Look at the size of them.
Anyone for a purple leaf beech tree?
The house is not as old as it looks. The last owner to live in in extended it and had it changed to look much older inside and out. It caught fire and a large section was guttered. There was still a fair section of house to look through and worth visiting in itself.
We then walked back to town and because it was still raining decided to to catch a bus to East Grinstead to find a pub to stay in. After checking out a few I decided that this one looked promising.
Actually she is the bar girl and reminded me of my nephew's wife, Rachael. For my trouble Annette was happy not to have to share a tent with me or a bed for that matter.
The town had a few old buildings. One of these was called Clarendon House
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