Although we spent last night in a six bed dormitory in Dover Backpackers we are not yet officially in Dover having caught a train from Shepherd’s Well,today we catch a train back there to finish the English stage of our journey.
Dover Backpackers although basic is supposed to be the oldest current pub in Dover. We all sleep well with no complaints of snorring although Betsy has some bespoke ear plugs which seem to improve her nights. Tim wonders what the problem was.
The plan to get the train back to Shepherds Well was thwarted by the train not being available when we were. Nothing daunted we all set off on foot knowing train times back from yesterday. More importantly we also knew there was a pub the Bell Inn back in Shepherds Well to visit while waiting. Just as well it was raining when we got there. Jane a Kettish girl remarked that it does rain in Kent occasionally inspire of the obvious dryness of the fields and their problems with the rate of extraction of water from the aquifer.
On the route over the downs this time apart from plenty of Red Campion and some white we passed though Waldershare estate and stopped at the church to eat sandwiches. It has as pair of very ancient yews one of which may have been partly blown down in the hurricane of 87. Certainly a significant number of trees around were replanted then. Some magnificent old chestnut and a plane tree remain.
We get a train back to Dover and crash out in Backpackers.
Well up to speed and with ferry booked for 9.25 tomorrow.
Oh and the Backpackers has a nice cat.