Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love
Most of the time, they're sittin' and cryin' at home
But not me; I got going out the front door. About 24 degrees, light breeze, beautiful day. Across Canterbury, first:
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream. And then to Fordwich, past this pond, where a couple of dragonflies were dancing around each other:
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Across the country miles and wide open spaces after that:
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To the Grove Ferry, a pub and picnic site, with a spot of boating:
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And from there, over more country lanes to the village of Hillborough:
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And to the seafront at Hillborough, where I had a drink and a piece of cake. The bench is new, with flowers, photos and a dedication to a recently deceased lady. The photos showed a kind-faced woman and the dedication revealed that she was a youngest sister; born after me, died before me.
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin'. Perhaps she enjoyed the view from this spot. I did.
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From there, it was down to the seafront, which was increasingly busy with bikers, barbecues and first world bellies the further I went:
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Looking back towards Herne Bay:
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By this stage, I was keen to get home, so I didn't stop for any more photos.
Whoa, Whoa baby, back where I belong
Back home, sit down and patch my bones
I stuck to the seafront all the way to Whitstable, then turned inland and went over the Crab and Winkle Way back home. There's a short but steep hill at the Whitstable end and, as I was going up, I passed some kids going down who shouted encouragement at me in a good-natured way, in between puffing on a joint that you could smell for about 100m. Young people get a hard rap but I doubt if their joint will cause as much harm as the middle-aged obesity on the seafront will.
It was a beautiful day, and a varied ride.
Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
Other times, I can barely see
Lately, it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been
With apologies to the Grateful Dead (but I've been enjoying the reissue of American Beauty).
I hope Fairfax Pat would be pleased with the way his thread is continuing.
@rwm1962 That is a beautiful commute.