Dawn Trek: Hastings to Rye

I started my hike from Hastings Old Town, with its quaint cobbled streets fading behind me as I ascended toward the cliff tops. The world seemed asleep, and I could feel the thrill of being one of the first to set foot on the path as I set out on my adventure. The air was crisp, with the promise of a beautiful day hidden just behind the veil of fog. The early morning mist made everything feel surreal, like stepping into a forgotten corner of England. As I climbed, the sea was hidden beneath a blanket of white, and the only sound was the rhythmic crunch of my boots on the path. It was peaceful. By the time I reached the first summit , the sun began to emerge from the mist. Below me, the sea sparkled in the distance, and the mist dissipated, revealing the rugged beauty of the coastline. I just had to have a little break there,just to stop, have a sip of water and admire the view. The cliffs themselves are dramatic—towering chalk faces that drop into the sea, with views stretching for...