Crash, bang, wallop

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2061

Currently the vista from my bedroom window, of the Rother wending its way to the sea, is marred by a forest of scaffolding (as shown above). Two of my neighbours’ properties are undergoing restoration, one following many years of neglect.

Over the many weeks of this endeavour there have been varying amounts of activity with a cacophony of sounds emanating forth: the clink of scaffolding being erected, joined with hammering, drilling, sawing, cajoling workers of both sexes and if you had Boots-enhanced hearing I swear you could even hear the swish of multiple paintbrushes.

How wonderful is all this! In trying circumstances the fabric of Rye is being preserved for future generations. This operation is being carried out by private individuals, but it is my hope that councils will take up the baton and apply some energy to the refurbishment of street furniture with the same vigour and pride. Also, that they extend their efforts to all of Rye, and not just the citadel.

Image Credits: Sandra Lanigan .

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