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Day Four (iv): Folkestone to Hastings

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When we left the Dolphin I asked the Landlady if she could recommend anywhere local for food.

Supported with nods from the Chef and others, she suggested the George. Then I wondered if I should have asked the question ….

From outside, the George didn’t exactly ooze ‘appeal’ so whilst the others were locking up I went to check out the food situation inside.

I need not have asked for there in front of me was a board of so many choices for every taste.

But were they serving? This is rural life where food service is not as us metropolitans know it. Continue reading →

Day Four (iii): Folkestone to Hastings

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Amazing. We had GPS but couldn’t work out exactly where to head to. I can tell you it isn’t easy to work out where the road is and where you are heading when all before you is flat.

Cycling in the wilderness with 23c tyres is a strange experience on what I would call ‘grass’ but crunched under the tyres like freshly laid snow.

For those who are not au fait with what 23c means – its relates to the cross-section width/circumference of your tyre (someone help me here!) which translates to one of the skinniest tyres you can buy and what you would typically find on racers.

What would have been better on this terrain is mountain bike tyres. Continue reading →

Day Four (ii): Folkestone to Hastings

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Whilst waiting for Jim & Elisabeth, i couldn’t help but notice the sounds of sharp ‘cracks’ in the distance as if some sort of mass paintball battle re-enactment was going on or was it something else? I was curious to find out.

Finally united with Jim & Elisabeth our ride along the front was short-lived with no evident path ahead.

As we started heading away from the sea, Jim’s GPS showed the path continued along the front even though the road we looked down seemed a dead-end. Deciding it was worth a shot we heading down and as we got to the dead-end of bolted gates it dawned on us we were right next to a live firing range. Good grief! Suddenly it all felt too close for comfort. Continue reading →

Day Four: Folkestone to Hastings

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I woke with excitement and quickly fixed a hodgepodge breakfast of oats and Calamari bought fresh from the beach the day before which I thought would set me up perfectly for the day.

I was taking one of the first trains from Hove to get me to Folkestone for half ten where I would meet Mr Wallace.

Setting out from home the weather looked good even though there was still a nip in the air. Continue reading →