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John Betjeman begged friendly bombs to fall on Slough.
How about-- Come rising seas and swallow up Folkestone?
Words can't adequately convey the sheer awfulness of this town. The sea and pebbly beach are perfectly nice - but good grief!
The horrible 60s brutalistic architecture - right on the beach front, the litter, the huge expanse of black asphalt stretching as far as the eye can see - on the beach!
I guess it used to be where ...
... through the whole experience safely! We packed up and headed on our way.
The route continued along designated cycle paths but uncomfortably beside the freeway. This was a little different from our anticipation of cycling through the idyllic English countryside. Battling rain showers and wind, we continued on. We were both really impressed by Hannah's ability to cope with the less than pleasant conditions. All of a sudden we came across a huge place ...
... and went for a walk for a few kms along the cliffs. We were really amazed by how busy the port is and how quickly the ferries turn around, and also by the huge cracks near the edge of the cliffs. The cracks were very deep and quite unnerving.
Old: HMS Warrior at about 150 years;
Older: the Magna Carta written and enacted in the 12th century; and
Oldest: the Battle of Hastings site at Battle, dating to 1066.
Bye for now,
Alan and Nise
... I ended up eating at a pub in the small area for lunch & then we walked the rock beach to the water where the children & some adults ended up throwing rocks in. Because of the drop off close to where the water edge was, we knew this was not water that you wade in at all. The children had fun finding shells among the rocks & then we hiked back to the station so we could catch then next train. We decided that we ...
We arrived early at Dover around 15.00 hoping to be put on an earlier ferry, and driving straight through passport control almost as though we were and inconvenience for being there, we got signaled to pull over to have the vehicle searched. Dam! Chances of getting away early were dwindling. The thoughts of 3 years previously went though my head when I got pulled in a Land Rover on the way to France ...