We were disappointed to find that there were no pilgrims in Canterbury. They must be with Robin Hood somewhere! But there is a truly beautiful Cathedral with a long visited shrine where Thomas a Becket was murdered! While all of this in interesting, what created the biggest impression on us was a plaque on the wall. We can’t recall the exact language. It simply said that it was a memorial to an officer in the British Army who died during one of the colonial wars. It was a long plaque, put up by his wife in his memory, and included four more memorials to their four sons, all of whom died while on army service, ages 25-37. It was hard to even think about losing five men from the same nuclear family. Empire is expensive.

After a long drive down a country lane, we got to a farm-cum-campsite where we and the sheep were the only inhabitants besides the family. The bad news was that we needed fuel – and the only petrol station was south of us, on yet another country lane. To get back to the highway, we had to make lots of turns onto the small roads, and we missed one. The result was a terrifying trip through ridiculous roads – which took us a long time. The worst was the one that threaded through a churchyard on a single track that twisted and turned so that you couldn’t see anyone coming! Eventually, though, all things do come to an end, and we finally hit the "main" highway into Dover. This turned out to be a two-lane road with white lines in the middle– much better!

Since we were on our way to Dover, we didn’t really stop to see the town. Another thing we’ve left for next time!