I made an effort and took a lot of pictures of the doors of Rye. Not really sure why I completely forgot about them while in other towns and villages. Maybe they were just not as nice. But while we walked around Rye the doors really were a feature of their own. The whole town, as small as it was, had everything you wanted from a place. Including but not limited to beautiful houses and therefore also doors. Most houses have a name, which is prominently displayed somewhere above or near the door. So here is the best that Rye had to offer in terms of doors. Yours, Pollybert
I don’t know what is meant by ‘the seat’, but it’s definitely a distinctive name.
Finally we have a door in color, bright red!