|Plaque on the wall of the White Hart|
The Old Bat and I like Lewes and would happily live there.
By the way, 'Lewes' is pronounced as two syllables, almost Loo-ess but perhaps more like Lewis.
The River Ouse has cut its way through the South Downs and at the northern end of the cut stand the two towns of Lewes on one side of the river and Cliffe on the other, although Cliffe has long been subsumed. The river is still tidal here and, centuries ago, was navigable as far upstream as Lewes.
|The River Ouse just downstream from Cliffe|
Because of the strategic importance of the town, the Normans built a castle here and it still dominated the skyline from some angles.
|Lewes seen across the watermeadows|
The narrow High Street has a delightful mix of architectural styles.
One of the joys, for me, is that there are still many independent shops, although national chains are gradually appearing.
There is so much else to say about Lewes: the battle of 1215 which was a precursor to the sealing of Magna Carta; the burning of Protestant martyrs which has led to the famous - almost infamous - bonfire societies and the celebration of the capture of Guy Fawkes; the Cluniac Priory of St Pancras, once one of the richest monasteries in England; Southover, with Anne of Cleeves House and one of the oldest mulberry trees in the country.
Maybe we'll come back one day.