|The Tillingham River?|
We are loving our time in Rye...if we could find the right house we'd live here. We marvel at the ancient town, the architecture, the history, cobbled streets, leaded windows, delightful walks along the river Rother, with Maisie our dog dashing from one side to the other of the raised walkway. On this day we'd walked up Rye Hill to the cemetery, to hunt for distant relatives. Walking through, and back down the hill we came across this view of what I believe is the River Tillingham, winding its way through the valley...having reached the bottom I looked back and saw the stately oak tree.