One of the favorite places I visited was the city of Rye (I believe it’s in East Sussex not Kent). It was once on the ocean but over time with silting, the ocean receding and a very bad storm which changed the coast line a lot, along with a river changing course, Rye is now two miles inland. It has winding cobblestone streets, buildings with sagging roofs and is loaded with that medieval feeling.
There are eight bells up there. In 1377 the French made a raid of Rye and pretty much destroyed the town and stole the churh’s bells. The next year, the English returned the favor and got their bells back. These aren’t the original bells however. It was incredible being up there. I’m just glad they didn’t start ringing.