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Lewes

Lewes Castle above the town, with the chalk Downs behind

Lewes Castle above the rooftops — with the chalk of the South Downs as its backdrop.

Getting there

London Victoria → Lewes — direct trains take about an hour, roughly every 30 minutes Monday to Saturday and hourly on Sundays; the first Sunday trains are in by about 9:50. Check before you travel: engineering works regularly take over this line on autumn weekends.

Famous for

The bonfire capital of the world: every 5 November, Lewes's bonfire societies turn its steep streets into the country's biggest Bonfire Night. A Norman castle with twin towers guards one end of town and Anne of Cleves' house (her divorce settlement — she never lived here) stands at the other, with Thomas Paine's ghost, Harvey's brewery and some of the best independent shopping in the South East in between.

The twin towers of Lewes Castle

The castle's twin Norman towers still keep watch over the town.

Where to eat

What to do

Cliffe High Street in Lewes, with the Harvey's brewery shop

Cliffe High Street, with the Harvey's brewery shop on the left.

A kingfisher perched by the river

Keep still by the Ouse and you may meet the locals.

Jess's favourite

Railway Land Nature Reserve

27 acres of old railway sidings behind the station, turned into reedbeds, ponds and river meadows by the Railway Land Wildlife Trust. Kingfishers flash along the Winterbourne stream and herons stalk the Ouse. Free, open access — five minutes from the platform, a whole world away.

Good to know: Lewes is steep — bring shoes that don't mind a hill. Bonfire Night (5 November) is unmissable but the town closes to traffic and trains run a special timetable, so plan it as a trip in itself. Engineering works close parts of this line on autumn weekends — the Lewes–Three Bridges stretch shuts on 10–11 October with replacement buses — so always check before you travel.

Jess plans her trips the week before, but trains have a mind of their own. Routes, times and fares in these guides were checked at the time of writing — engineering works, timetable changes and last-minute alterations can still happen. Please check your journey before you travel (National Rail Enquiries or the Trainline app) — and if a replacement bus sneaks in, we hope the day makes up for it.

Read Jess's diary of the day ↓

Jess's Day Off · Diary No. 8

Lewes: Twin Towers, Twittens and One Flash of Blue

I woke up at 5:30am. Old habits. Even on my day off, the penguins are in my head, standing to attention and demanding breakfast.

I caught the direct train from Victoria — an hour, barely time to get through the flask of tea. I had a cheese sandwich, a notebook with three pages of Barnaby's latest dictation (a heron, a puddle, and a disagreement about who moved first — I'll tell you when it's finished), and no plan beyond "castle town, see what happens."

The arrival

Lewes station, and the first thing I noticed was the quiet. No lion roars. No parrot opinions. Just church bells, a river somewhere below, and a High Street that goes uphill like it means it. Six days a week I climb enclosure fences for a living, and my calves still filed a formal complaint.

The walk

From the top of the castle's twin towers the whole town is laid out like a toy box — rooftops, river, and the green wall of the Downs wrapped around all of it. I did Anne of Cleves' house too (she never actually lived in it, which feels like the most Henry VIII thing ever), then took my mandatory wrong turn down a skinny little alley — Lewes calls them twittens — and came out somewhere much better: the river.

Behind the station there's a nature reserve made out of old railway sidings, all reedbeds and ponds and the River Ouse sliding past. I stood very still on the path like a keeper should, and a kingfisher went past at ankle height — three seconds of electric blue, gone. A heron on the far bank pretended it had invented standing still. The swans by the bridge did their head-count for me: four, including one giving me the I pay no rent and fear no one look. Correct, madam.

The café

Hot chocolate at Bill's on Cliffe High Street — which started life in Lewes, so technically I was drinking local history. It came in a mug the size of a bucket. I have no complaints.

Lunch

Lunch at The Rights of Man, under the castle on the High Street — fish and chips, mushy peas, and a roof terrace where you can watch the towers watching you back. Jess's pick, and I stand by it completely.

Home

Back in London by early evening. Tired, pleasantly hill-sore, notebook smelling faintly of river water. Happy.

Story seed

The kingfisher did it. Three seconds of blue, and only because I stood still long enough to earn them. I'm writing a scene where Pinafor tries to catch a fish kingfisher-style — perch, freeze, dive — and discovers that sitting still is the hardest trick in the whole wood, and Clarence (who has been doing it all his life) is quietly delighted to finally be the best at something fast.

Barnaby's text“Three seconds of kingfisher and you're still buzzing. Hold onto that. The day you stop buzzing at the first flash of blue is the day you should worry.”

— Jess

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