Premier Inn Folkestone - Channel Tunnel
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With the closure of the A3, forced through West Sussex but a lovely evening to drive and only a short hold up on the M25. Luckily spotted I had Trinny's passport instead of mine before leaving home.......
... of their own, to read it - and I'm glad to say we did stay at a very pleasant hotel which served the best fresh green veg risotto I've ever tasted. There are some good things happening.
But if I had to live here in one of those faded, depressing flats down on the asphalted beach front, I'd be planning my escape route 24/7.
Which brings me to something nice in Folkestone - the little boats in the harbour. One was called Caractacus - a nice link ...
... m a motorcycle or a car until the last minute. Then reflect on how I cuss to myself about lazy drivers who go about with one headlight out, whenever I see one. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Ah ha! They don’t know they’ve got a headlight out. I never thought of that.
Enough reflection. I’ll swig my coffee down then ...
... I went to Garden Hill, a reservation in Manitoba, to visit one of my aboriginal blind children, and because it was spring, had to take a helicopter up and down (basically) for about 300 bucks because of the melt...so this is a STEAL!
Then we walked along the channel on a beautiful, dry day, up and down, past a boat race, lots of drunken englishmen, views of the water, up to a golf course, down a lovely street, and into the city where many pubs and shops called ...
... foe, through Napoleon to Hitler.
As we wandered around the castle, up and down winding staircases and through long, winding tunnels we felt a little like we would round a corner and bump into Merlin or Authur.
From there onto the motorway and up to London, we arrived at our camp ground, 10 miles (yes I know miles) out of swinging London.