We drove back to Rye on a much more direct route than we had taken the previous evening and went in search of a place to eat breakfast that was open before 11am.
We finally found a lovely hotel that put us out the back in the bar where I read the tennis section of the sports section and started to stress on Federer's behalf...
We wandered around Rye checking out the open shops (not that many before 12pm) which were mostly 'antique' shops and I saw lots of things I would have purchased if I a) had money, b) had somewhere to put them.
We drove from Rye back towards London stopping in at Hever Castle which was overrun with children and we took off as soon as we finished the castle viewing (pretty much ruined by American taste) and checked out enough of the gardens to realise that there was going to be screaming children everywhere.
We marvelled at the Englishness of driving out to the countryside and picnicing in the parking lot of an attraction.
We drove back to Croydon and aimlessly wandered around until it was time to meet up with Kylie for Die Hard 4.0. YAY - got to love a no-brainer action film - this was just great fun. Nowhere near the appeal of the originals, I was mightly distracted by how white Bruce's teeth were, which reminded me of the only episode of Friends I enjoyed, when Ross over did the teeth whitening and glowed in the dark...
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