Backblip #4

Tuesday was the day of the epic walk. We walked to the bakery along the road for supplies. It was a fab little place - one that still bakes its own bread and, best of all, still makes bread pudding! I've been craving bread pudding for years and nowhere makes it anymore!

With the promise of eating it spurring me onwards, we made our way to the coast (getting slightly lost on the way), then walked on and on and on. Eventually the line of beach huts (I saw one called Jabba... some classic beach hut humour there) and fancypants houses melted away and were replaced by fields. Just fields on one side and the sea on the other, for as far as it was possible to see.

We found a bench eventually, and ate our bakery goods. A bit further on, and we found a beach where every single pebble wasn't actually a pebble, but a shell. Millions and millions of perfect, unbroken shells. Quite surreal, that. Oh, and I found a jellyfish.

For about 2 hours, we didn't pass a single other person. We just walked and walked. And played that game where you say a famous person's name and the next person has to say another famous person whose first name starts with the same letter as the first letter of the previous surname. I don't think I've described that very well.
It kept us going for a good few hours, even though Harry didn't believe some of our people were real, and I doubted the existence of some of his obscure cyclist names.

We walked past a herd of cows very calmly (they always slightly scare me) and fed some grass to some horses. By the time we made it to Faversham we were completely knackered. It's testament to my TOMs, my hips were hurting but I reckon my feet and legs had a couple of miles left in them. We half sat, half collapsed in a pub just inside the town. We hadn't eaten very much all day, and that coupled with our thirst meant that the ciders we slurped down ended up making us slightly tipsy.

Faversham was very strange. Huge wide streets lined with gorgeous old buildings, and yet those huge wide streets were almost empty. It was as if someone had built a mock Winchester, but got the dimensions slightly wrong, and forgotten to put any people in it. Bit of a Potemkin Village.



We got the train back, and then Harry got the train back home home. Me and my mum went for an evening walk past the castle and up onto the hill that looks out to sea. I trod in dog poo. Ah well. At least I'd changed out of my sandals.



(If you biggify this you can see where we'd walked from - the very furthest bit of land on the horizon... this was taken at about the halfway point)