Lynn's Birthday.
Her favourite pastime is, of course, laundry, and this worked out well because we had a fair bit to do after our weeks in Portugal. I escaped out the back door and went for a walk.
But it can't all be fun, so in the middle of the day we drove the hour to the wharf at Folkestone. The tide was right out, which left the boats stranded on the mud until the water came back in mid-afternoon. The is a decomissioned railway line all the way to the wharf that has been turned into a garden.
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| White Cliffs of Dover |
We had an extremely good seafood lunch at Rocksalt, a restaurant cantilevered out over the harbour, then drove back through the winding country lanes.
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