Currently we’re holed up in deepest coastal Kent, having suffered the 300 mile drive from N Wales. The journey topped off with a stop/start tour of the M25 orbital in 30 degree heat and no air-con, even the dog stopped smiling! If I had to travel that road to work every day, I seriously think I would crack up…F$$%ing HOR-REN-DOUS.
This is a beautiful part of the country, steeped in history, its easy to forget that 74yrs ago, the country expected an invasion to arrive via this coastline. We are on a CL called Spinneys, near the village of Aldington, not far from Ashford. The site, which offers great views of the Romney Marsh is basic, but well maintained and is ideally placed for walking, as just behind the location is the Royal Military Canal.
This was built as part of the countries defences against Napoleon in the early 1800’s. Excellent dog-walking country, the canal cuts past long-forgotten villages, interspersed with small churches and the occasion pillar box from WW2.
Yesterday, I met with an old mate I’d not seen for 27yrs. Our friendship was built on adversity and as we spoke, the years rolled by, I could see him in my mind as a 21yr old with occasional flashes of his past character, still today very much a driven individual, a fitness nutter, bolshie, outspoken, uber-confident, but great company. Me, more level headed, ponderous, less of a risk-taker, a better No2. Perhaps thats why we clicked, a great friend and sounding board back in the day. One thing that we both now have in common as middle-aged men apart from the “Moobs” is total reliance on our “Other Half’s” to keep us in check and save us from ourselves! I can live with that. We had a great day, the years just melted away.
On Wed morning we cross to France, with an early intention to head towards the area of Crotoy for 24hrs, maybe stopping off on route to get a feel for the place. I’m hopeful we will get a look at “Stella Plage”, which is where my friend Mr Ted Jones MM stepped ashore in the first ever commando style raid of WW2 during Operation Collar (see “The Quiet Man” blog). I’m going to try and avoid the tolls and motorways, so we maximise on seeing the country.
By the way, we have a new camera!! the Other Half currently fancies herself as some sort of roving photo journalist, so stand by for arty meaningful shots of trees and wheat-fields. I’ll just concentrate on shots of the Mutts licking his butt and carrying his toy.