Until recently ( 3 days ago ), the only Newhaven I knew, was the place where Jim Morrison got arrested in 1967 for pretending to pull his mickey out on stage. Indeed Newhaven is a small coastal fishing village in East Sussex.
Originally from Ireland and to date, so far have lived in London less than a year, I am only starting to figure out other UK destinations worthy of day trips or weekends away. Being that the weather was so amazingly and consistently nice for a short period of consecutive days, adding up less than a week in total, I decided to go with some friends to a “sandy beach” on the South coast of England, a relatively short train journey away.
We got to Brighton but as Brighton is regularly full of young wannabe Hippsters from Shoreditch, tourists and sun seekers it is generally packed to capacity and not in the slightest bit enjoyable so we ventured further a field. We took a bus to Lewes.
In Lews we found a pleasant town with extensive history. We took a brief trip around the grounds of Lewes Castle with its beautiful flowers in bloom. Its also a town that is part of a trail that tracks Virginia Woolf’s life and literature. From Brighton you can buy a all day bus ticket for only £4.40 which takes you anywhere you wish to go around East Sussex. Bargain!!
After a brief stint in lovely Lewes we boarded our bus to find the ‘sandy beach’ of Newhaven. Clearly someone got it wrong, for we landed in a place that does not see many day trippers. As we asked bemused locals the way to the beach we eventually got to a sea area that posed as ‘the local beach’. After walking past fishing trawlers, a metal scrap yard in action and Seagulls the size of March Hares with beaks as big as Bermuda, we came across a place filled with nothing but rocks as far as the eye can see, contained by a pier that has VERY CLEAR WARNING signs not to go on, near or next to as it is DANGEROUS and marked PRIVATE PROPERTY. Bloody hell where have we brought ourselves!? We felt like characters from AbFab “Sweetie Darling, where the HELL are we!??” After traveling such distance and with the Sun shrinking we decide to throw down our blanket and make the most of it. We didn’t last long.
With a little ‘seaside’ break we headed to the pub for some refreshment. I was thinking “mmm its a seaside village some chowder is in order to warm the cockles.” Unfortunately you wont find that here so I settled for a Tuna sandwich.
The pub we went to called ‘Hope’ which we nicknamed ‘Last Hope’ was quaint and had nice outdoor space to sit and look at the docked trawlers on the ocean. They have a very friendly giant dog called ‘Fluffy’. Overall we had an adventurous day! B-)
So the lessen to be learned here is – Dont rely on people to lead the way… Do the research yourself 😉
ROCKS AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE
ENTRANCE TO LEWES CASTLE
B ON THE BEACH