Hastings

This morning I drove on down from Dover to the city of Hastings. The city is famous for the "Battle of Hastings", but in reality the battle took place more than ten miles inland from there, at a place now somewhat unimaginatively named... "Battle".

Anyways, modern Hastings is nothing much, mainly a seaside resort but it does have the ruins of an old castle the Normans built four years after the invasion, on a cliff overlooking the city. On a warm, sunny day it's very peaceful and nice to walk around up there, although unless you're obsessed with English history you can probably drop the £4.25 ticket to the ruins and just settle for the magnificent views. There's a park more or less surrounding the castle grounds, and several very nice properties to be looked at.

Along the road from Dover, I spotted this car. I just had to stop, turn back and document the wonderful imagery. This is truly art! If you don't know what this is, you need to re-examine your life. Seriously.


Ish nice.


Ish alsho nice.


The ruins of a church. Just the right state of repair for any religious building.


More ruins.


The most adventurous 60 seconds I spent in the castle grounds were spent in the basement. No, nothing happened there either, but at least it was cool.


Sucking up to the French. Bah!


I may not have the majesty of an eagle, but I can still crap on your head.