Lewes, the town I fell in love with!

Lewes is undoubtedly the town that made the most impact on me. It touched my soul. During my 14 days' stay in England, I kept going back to it. I often took the train from Falmer (close to University of Sussex where I was staying) to Lewes, a 7 minute ride, and walked through the charming lanes to my heart's content. 

Lewes is an ancient town and is the county town (main administrative point) of East Sussex. The Greenwich Meridian runs through its western part. There are several historical attractions that lure the tourist to Lewes; but for me, Lewes was all about my walks around it - and I'll always remember the calm spirit of the town for keeping me company in those walks. This photo-essay is an attempt at narrating why I fell in love with Lewes.

 the Lewes railway station, operating since 1846

right outside the railway station is this flower shop, and i really liked the idea of a flower shop by the station. what a pretty sight it made for the travelers.

 i took a right from the station and walked into the town.

 at the town centre, there is the Harveys Brewery shop. Harveys  is a local brew and Harveys Brewery is the oldest brewery in Sussex dating back to 1790! Lewes is home to Harveys Brewery. there is this story that in 2000, there was a massive flood in the town and the liquor brewed for a week or so longer. that stock was released and became popular as 'extra strong Harveys' :)

 the town centre

  the charming old alleys of the town. mesmerizing.

  walking around Lewes...

  Fitzroy House, former memorial library to honour Henry Fitzroy, M.P. for Lewes (1831-1860) built in 1862 by his widow.

  as i walked the lanes of Lewes...

  i fell in love with the structures...

  

  this is when i, with a few friends, went from Lewes to Glynde, climbing and going down the Hills. the popular expression for the exercise that we undertook is "down the Downs". the 'Downs' is a range of chalk hills across the south-eastern coastal counties of England.

  i was delighted by these beautiful cows that were grazing around!

 we crossed one private property after another, which by the way is open to public access in England, as we went down the hills to Glynde.

 the mound of stones mark the number of passers-by who went this way, down the Downs.

 the small town of Glynde gleamed below. Glynde has a few houses and just the bare essentials to qualify as a town.

  the only pub at Glynde where we descended after coming down the hills. the pub still holds the old-world charm of the English character as much as the town does. Glynde could easily be one of the locations where the TV series Agatha Christie's Hercule Poirot was shot!