Lewes 26 July

Lewes is a apparently an old town in the South of England famous for what I do not know but it does have a bell tower somewhere near where i am Air BnBing and I love it. Reminds me of a visit to Colchester (I think) and the ABnB I stayed at the hostess took me to watch the bell ringing practice. Wonderful. Not as many bells I expect as Lewes. I do like bells and organs and I hope to hear more soon.
So it still rains in the summertime or was that a different song.
England is a land of dogs. They are everywhere and as I sat in the Green Man having a pint this pm I was not pleased to have one barkingbin the Pub.
But my Landlady tonight has a daughter in Waiheke Island. That was a surprise.
So why am I in Lewes ? Good question. I hope tomorrow to start on my journey along the South Down Way. It runs across the South Downs a name recognised in NZ through a breed of sheep but I read somewhere this has been a passage for travellers for thousands of years. Lots of history and not all good, a bit of spooky stuff here and there.
The bells are still ringing and it is just great.
And the rain is still raining not so great.
The bike is still going but the chap from Munich BMW told me the part number and a man I met and like immensely that runs a parts business, Kaspar, in Holland can source the part, but may know of a machanic in Kent that may be able to fix mine but certainly fit a new part if not.
This is the EEC. The reason Britain wanted out was because the old people (and they voted)  were convinced EU law would harm them, and they hated the deluge of immigrants. That was it. Nothing else.  What a misread of the greens as they say but the 'greens' are a misread ! They will mess up the NZ elections as well. I wish they would stick to conservation and ecology. Politics is for grown ups, or should be.
The bells still ring.
No pictures sorry. Blogger has sold out and will only download from the cloud and you have to pay for that. Once we were able to post pics from the phone or pc...... I believe there is a word for it called monetarising, or maybe oppressive financial conduct. But Mr Trump like the media.
Still widespread debate here over his election, and Mrs May. I see even she abandons the UK and takes her holiday in Italy. But Roger Moore died. Lot of celebs dying, even Mrs Frank Sinatra. Who next I ask ?
The UK is no different than any other economy that I can see, living on borrowed time and money and  no way to sustain house prices. Or wages paid to people in public roles. In the face of massive homelessness and unemployment coupled with intergenerational state welfare dependency, I heard of three generations of unmarried wonen with a child on welfare in a state it council provided house.
The countryside however is magnificent. The tree lined lanes are a joy. The quaint homes, even the farmyards look like they did in the kids books I remember. The villages with the front door on the narrow footpath rather in danger of being flattened by an 18 wheeler delivering verges to the supermarket. I asked a French stall holder in the Rye market why he was there and he said when I came 20 years ago they want to run me out but now they ask me to stay because I bring French cheese. The English are not able to make. Well that was his story.
The bells still ring and it is nearly 9 pm.