Flackley Ash Hotel And Restaurant
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
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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 ...
... a day trip to the Bodiam castle. It is what you imagine an old castle to be. It looks amazing from the outside. It has a good treasure hunt and activities for the kids.
We went to a crime museum and rode up the funicular, which is supposed to be the steepest in the U.K.
The old town of Hastings had amazing old buildings and old shops full of junk ( well Pete thought it was fantastic stuff I thought ...
... after the cathedral was built – such as Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. We then went inside and looked at some of the memorials on the walls, mainly to people who had fought in various wars (a diverse range of these in the 19th century in particular), but also to a few who appeared to have played prominent roles in the settlement of Australia. We then assembled for our 2.30 pm tour.
Our tour guide was a man by the name of ...
... Iceland as Niceland. I got an early cab to the airport catching my flight to the UK with ease. Arrival was 50 tons of culture shock. Gatwick is complete chaos. Just getting through customs was like something of a movie with military like control and cameras being thrust in your face. No one smiles or welcomes you. You are asked a million questions about your visit. Everyone is mad at you for being in the way (you need to try moving along smartly when you have ...
... to sort myself out, but which in the event was anything but.
A few years ago when Nick and I were meandering back home after a lengthy European tour, we broke down and were rescued in the most extraordinary circumstances. The petrol pump had been signalling its intention to retire for a few days, and we ground to a halt just as we set off one morning, and then, obviously for added enjoyment, it started to rain.
Nick was in the ...