It is a beautiful evening for a walk down to dinner. Coquina (styled with a small ‘c’) is easy to spot from the top of Hastings’ West Hill, near the foot of the East, and next to the darkly looming Net Shops on Rock-a-Nore Road. The bright, welcoming space they have taken upstairs in art Read More
I seem to spend my time in Hastings in little rooms eating lovely things. There are worse ways to spend your life, I suppose, and here’s the latest: the twice-weekly Sumisu Ramen popup from husband and wife team James and Ai. The town library, the Grade II-listed Brassey Institute, seems to looms over Trinity Street Read More
Well, Lury is lovely. I suppose I’ve ruined it now, haven’t I? That’s not how these things are supposed to work. You’re supposed to grit your teeth for a trudge through every bite of the ten courses and hope you still have the will to live when I arrive at a verdict, some stab at Read More
‘It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a person in possession of a good pint, must be in want of a proper pie.’ I think that’s how it goes, anyway. The Albion was already well established as a Hastings pub when Jane Austen published Pride and Prejudice in 1813. Slightly more recently, I was brought Read More
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