There’s a reason it’s called ‘the garden of England’ – Kent is full of chocolate box villages. Driving through scenery like this is a slow process if you brake for photo opportunities.
We stayed in an old monastery with wooden shutters and a gunpowder cellar. I made the mistake of staying up late and watching a horror movie as the ancient house creaked around me. Staring into the shadows, I got the feeling the shadows were staring back at me. There’s nothing like stepping out of your comfort zone…
Faversham ifs full of winding streets, with leaning houses hundreds of years old. There’s even the traditional village pond where the ducks pointedly ignore tourists who bring cameras instead of bread.
Then on to Ramsgate, sea shanties and chandeliers. Shambolic and bohemian, it’s a century past it’s glory days.
It’s difficult to pack my case and face North again. Goodbye to good friends and the beautiful south.