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Its been a funny old week with grey overcast days, a rainy day not fit for ducks, and of course snow!! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜โ„ and today’s gorgeous sunshine.

Despite the weird weather I have managed to get out on a few walks and extended my horizons by going off in different directions….the problem of course is that the roads are so long, I have to walk for ages to reach an intersection, and there’s no such thing as “gosh I’m tired, let me head back” because the distances are so great there is no quick way to get back – you just have to keep traipsing along.

As for the scenery, beyond the few scattered hamlets, it’s mostly wet, muddy, grey/brown farm fields with a few copses of trees dotting the landscape. But I have enjoyed stretching my legs and hearing nothing but birdsong and the baaing of sheep, encountering minimal traffic as I go…..on Friday I walked for 70 minutes before encountering a car, and that was well timed (not really) – I was 2 thirds of the way around a huge puddle of the water that covered the road from one side to the other, making my way gingerly along the verges, hanging onto barbed wire fencing and precariously positioned wooden posts, when I heard the sound of an approaching car. ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ wtf, you’re kidding me!!!

two-thirds of the way around on the r/h side just before the tree…I heard a car

With utter dismay I turned towards the sound and prayed that is wasn’t some young buck who thought it would be fun to drive through at speed and drench the old lady ๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿป hanging on to the fence for dear life. Thankfully it was another little old lady ๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿป and she drove sedately through the puddle leaving small waves in her wake, and me dry!! I thanked her as she drove by! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

Another place that looked enticing was Belmont House and it played host to my visit on Tuesday. A good 2.2 miles from my current location, it took me 35 minutes to get there, which shaved 7 minutes off google’s eta. If I don’t dilly dally too much, its amazing the places I can go.

Belmont House and Gardens located in the Throwley area of Faversham on the rolling North Downs of Kent. The 18th century house was designed by Samuel Wyatt in the neo-classical style, built in 1769 by Edward Wilks – storekeeper at the nearby Faversham Powder Mill, and enjoys a stunning view over the estate and the downs. The estate is made up of house, gardens, cricket pitch, orchards, farm and woodlands…over 3,000 acres. Belmont has an extensive history and the Lords Harris served as soldiers and colonial governors. The house is distinguished for the collection of clocks created by the 5th Lord Harris. Needless to say I didn’t get to see any of these, except for the clock tower, and the house is covid-19 closed. blergh. Maybe I will return at some stage to this booking and perhaps the house will be open then.

3 o’clock and all is well…๐Ÿ˜‰

Meanwhile, my walks have taken me as far as I can go and some days I’ve gotten back just within my allotted break time of 2 hours. Of course if I had more time…..who knows where I could go!!

I’d love to walk to Ospringe, but that’s just a tad too far for 2 hours – I still have to get back

It wouldn’t however be across the fields along the footpaths…since not only do the farmers rudely put up electrified fencing as close to the path as possible, making it difficult to access, but atm the paths are just gloopy sticky muddy horrors. I know, because I foolishly walked along not one, but 3 paths last week – on the sameday๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜. My shoes were sluggish with sticky mud.

We experienced some icy cold weather that caused the ponds and puddles to freeze over…

Ice at least half inch thick

But oh the views!!!!

And this always makes me smile

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Today I woke to a fabulous sunrise and blue skies, that developed into a beautiful morning.

So beautiful in fact that I asked my client if I could beg an extra hour and go for a walk before the weather turned.

Country roads…
All the way to the sea…
Fields of green

And a good thing I did too, by 2pm the clouds had blown in and once again it was grey….but we had a lovely sunset

And blow me down if once again I didn’t get caught out, no, make that twice!! No cars at all for well over an hour in all directions, yet just before I reached the flooded corner a car came whizzing down the road from behind me and sent waves of water flying through the air. Well, that’s done I thought, I should be safe now….hah! Once again, as I was about halfway round along comes another car, from the opposite direction. I scurried into the field through a gap in the fence and waved them on…waited for the water to settle and hurried the rest of the way round before car number 3 came by. None did ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿคช

This puddle and I have history ๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿคจ

And so endeth week 2 in Throwley. I think I have pretty much exhausted the area and shared plenty images of just about everything you could hope to see, so for the next week I shall concentrate on bringing my Pilgrim’s Way posts up to date, as well as the walks along the English coast. I will of course still do as many walks as I can.

I’ve accumulated 38kms this week and had 2 non walking days. Not too bad.

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After a brief walk this morning, to stretch my legs and get some fresh air after being indoors yesterday due to icy roads after the snow, I updated my kms to the Conqueror Challenge app and voila, another postcard arrived into my mailbox ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ I get really excited when these cards arrive…its fun to see where I’ve been travelling virtually while walking in reality.

So stage two:

Having left the alps and peaks behind, the town of Omarama marked the halfway point of my journey. Although a small rural town, mainly a service centre for locals and nearby residents, Omarama had a few surprises up its sleeve.

Disney’s 2020 movie release of Mulan was entirely shot in New Zealand with scenes filmed at the Clay Cliffs just outside of Omarama.

In 2009, NZ pilot Terry Delore set a new world record in his 87ft (26.5m) wingspan glider. Taking off from Omarama, Terry travelled 1,491mi (2,400km) up and down NZ for 15 hours reaching speeds of up to 93mph (160kph) before landing back in town. Omarama has strong gliding conditions making it a popular destination for gliding pilots. Omarama hosted the 1995 and 2007 World Gliding Championships of which Kiwis took first place in the 1995 open category and third place in 2007.

For the weary soul like myself, a Hot Tub soak the night before to rejuvenate my muscles and unwind was just what I needed. The Hot Tub was located outside in a private setting within a tussock and rock landscape. The tub was filled with fresh mountain water without any chemicals added. The business reuses the water for irrigation. A submersible firebox allowed me to adjust the water’s temperature. As I settled in, I watched the Milky Way appear and spill across the night sky with its millions of stars.

Eastward bound, I left Omarama refreshed and ready to tackle the next half of the journey. The trip was relatively easy and short when compared to previous days. The first half of the trail was off-road running parallel to the State Highway on the right. Crossing at Chain Hills to the left of the highway I began my descent alongside Lake Benmore, the largest artificial lake in NZ.
Lake Benmore was created in the 1960s as part of the Benmore Dam construction. The lake is split into two arms. The largest is fed by three rivers, Tekapo, Pukaki and Twizel plus the Ohau canal with Waitaki River flowing right through the lake, whereas the smaller arm is fed by Ahuriri River.

It is this smaller arm that I travelled along to Pumpkin Point, a grassy beach area, for a break and a splash in the lake, then onto Sailors Cutting where the off-road trail terminates and I join the highway for the rest of today’s trip. Not the most relaxing part of the journey as I braved the high-speed highway with an upward climb to Otematata Saddle. The views of Lake Aviemore and the valley beyond was a lovely compensation until I continued on the busy highway downhill all the way into Otematata.

Hmmm. The more I’m reading about this, the more I’m thinking I should add this route to the itinerary for my pending trip to Australia in a few years time. I’ve included a trip to NZ but only to visit the main attractions as well as a friend and her daughter (if she’s still living there at the time and not somewhere else in the world, as she is wont to do ๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜ƒ). The route is approx 290kms and would take about 12-14 days to complete. ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”

Where I actually walked this morning
Where I ‘virtually’ walked

If you’d like to join these challenges, here is my link https://www.theconqueror.events/r/CE1474 – I don’t get any money from anyone joining, but you get a discount and I get a discount on any future challenges. However, I’ve already signed up for 15 challenges (8 completed in 2020), so I think I need to put the brakes on for this year ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ˜†

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A tiny hamlet in the Faversham area of Kent, Thorley Forstal is literally just a scattering of pretty little houses amongst humongous fields of agriculture or animal husbandry…hence the long, long roads and vast distances I have to walk.

The name is recorded in the Doomsday Book as Trevelai, which corresponds with a Brittonic origin, where “Trev” means a settlement or farm house and “Elai” typically relates to a fast moving river or stream.

I have yet to see a river or a stream, but perhaps I haven’t yet walked far enough…..there are however plenty of flooded roads, especially atm with all the rain ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿคช

For the word ‘Forstal’, various descriptions are found ; a small opening in a lane too small to be called a common, a green before a house, a paddock near a farmhouse.

In the case of ‘Throwley Forstal’, all 3 options could apply since there are a few small lanes, two fairly decent greens, and a farm looks out onto the green.

The houses are mostly white clapboard and so pretty. Many of the houses and barns in the area are listed and circa 15th, 16th and 17th century.

Throwley Forstal
Forge Farm – literally right out of Beatrix Potter – did you spot the puddleducks? ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„

A pretty little place, there’s literally nothing more than a scattering of houses and a church. If you need supplies, it’s a 15 minute drive to Faversham.

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Hoorah hoorah hoorah!!! Woke to snow this morning ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ My client and I were literally talking about snow just yesterday, and this morning to my absolute delight I woke to a light dusting of snow.

Room with a view….snow snow snow

Of course I immediately got dressed and dashed out of the cosy warm house into the freezing wet cold to capture the magic ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜โ„โ„โ„

I cannot lie, I love snow. Even though it’s just a light dusting and as I write, its almost all gone because it’s now raining….urgh.

Hopefully……โ„โ„โ„โ„๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™ƒ

and I’m absolutely delighted that my grandson has experienced his first snow and built a snowman

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Living in the countryside you expect to have the odd mouse or two scurrying about the place causing mischief and mayhem as they look for stray morsels carelessly abandoned.

I was warned by the outgoing carer that there was a bit of a mouse ‘problem’ and to be sure to not leave food in any form out the cupboards during the night, and that I would have to clean all the cupboard tops in the morning.

This has proved to be true. Who knew mice could poop so much!!

I’ve even seen a wee flash from the corner of my eye while watching TV and on one occasion spotted a teeny tiny little body hiding behind a leg of the table….I saw you!!! ๐Ÿง๐Ÿง

But on the whole they’ve not bothered me, and I’m not really bothered by them ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€ and think they’re quite cute..beyond the pooping of course.

Until last night…..๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿคจ

I’ve been here a WHOLE WEEK and brought a few treats with me in my suitcase, which until now have gone unnoticed by the mice.

But yesterday we had a Tesco home delivery and one of the items was a packet of crisps; may I add ‘of the cheddar cheese and red onion flavour ‘. The cheese part should have been a red flag…๐Ÿšฉ

I put said packet of crisps in the drawer of the bureau in my room so as to not to tempt said ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€ I’m not sure why I thought they’d be safe there. ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”

During the night I heard the unmistakable sound of a packet rustling. You little bastards…!!! You’re not going to eat my crisps!!

So I jumped out of bed and removed the crisps from the drawer and put it in my suitcase…and neglected to zip the suitcase….I blame nighttime brain fog!!

Not long after settling back to sleep I was once again roused from my uneasy slumber by the rustling crickle crackle of paper….even though I could tell it tried to be quiet. I listened carefully to determine the source, and realising it was coming from my suitcase I jumped out of bed and gave the suitcase a solid thwack then lifted the lid, and had the satisfaction of hearing a small body bounce against the radiator as it jumped, terrified, out my suitcase and into the radiator. Got ya, you little rascal.

I zipped up the suitcase and back to bed.

At this stage I was annoyed, but still amused….but not for long.

No sooner had I settled back to sleep than I could hear the sound of gnawing!! Wtf. Guys no!! Get out. So I switched on the bedside lamp and peered over the end of the bed towards my suitcase, and there, for all the world, innocence personified, were two little mice…sitting on my suitcase looking totally confused….’who put the lights on?’….

Oh gosh they are ever so cute and ever so tiny. ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿคญ

However, cute or not, my slippers soon flew through the air, a wasted effort really since I can’t throw straight anyway, but it did the trick and I could hear the sound of bewildered scurrying behind the dresser.

Right, you wee critters. Out. Before you lose your heads!! ๐Ÿช“๐Ÿช“๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ณโ˜ โ˜ 

I lifted the suitcase onto its wheels, checked it was securely zipped and back to ๐Ÿ› ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ด

Whether they visited again or not, I really don’t know, since by then I was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep. I’m pretty sure they snuck back “oh look, she’s sleeping ” as they tiptoed across the capet to try and gnaw their way through the suitcase to get at my crisps. ๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ 

No further disturbances and I slept.

On investigating this morning and checking to see if they’d used the ๐Ÿšฝ in my suitcase, I discovered that in fact the wee devils had gnawed through the netting of the inner pocket and attacked my gingerbread Santa ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ I was saving that you little munchers.

Santa had his head chewed…๐Ÿ˜’๐ŸŽ…

So I guess that Santa is going to lose his head today. And the rest of him will be eaten today at 4pm teatime….by ME!!! And not those two bad mice ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€ Not sure why I was saving it anyway, except that it was in my xmas stocking and I get sentimental about stuff like that!๐Ÿคช๐Ÿคช๐ŸŽ„๐Ÿคถ๐Ÿป

As for the crisps, they didn’t even look at those!! ๐Ÿง€๐Ÿง€ or not, they were rejected in favour of ๐Ÿš and spice, and all things nice. Cheeky little meeses.

Seeing those teeny tiny bodies sitting on my suitcase last night I wished I’d had my camera to hand, I would have loved to get a pic of them โ˜บโ˜บ And seeing them reminded me of many years ago when I worked at a B&B in Greyton in the Cape, South Africa. It was called The Posthouse (original incarnation) and subsequently turned into a b&b. There were 12 rooms across from the main building and they were all named after Beatrix Potter characters…Benjamin Rabbit, Jemima Puddleduck, Jeremy Fisher, etc and the honeymoon suite was called…you guessed it- ‘Two Bad Mice’ ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

That was one of the best jobs I had in my entire life, although it came at the tail-end (unavoidable pun ๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†) of a very bad period in my life.

And so this morning while I was bleary eyed and thinking about those little blighters waking me up….I thought about The Posthouse. It’s funny how memories work.

And I realise I could have told the whole story in xi words: “two mice got into my suitcase and ate my gingerbread santa” but where’s the fun in that?? ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿคช๐Ÿคช andddd if you’ve read this far, bravo ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

Oh, and p.s. please read “who put the lights on?” to the tune of “who let the dogs out?”๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽต๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

In other news, my booking has been extended by 3 weeks, so I’ll be here till 8th February. It’s going to be a challenge to find new routes to walk, but st least I won’t be distracted by different scenery and stopping to take photos. I can just put my head down and push up the kms.

And we may get snow โ„โ„โ„โ„ now that would be awesome.

And in case you were wondering…

The Tale of Two Bad Miceย is a children’s book written and illustrated byย Beatrix Potter, and published byย Frederick Warne & Co. in September 1904. Potter took inspiration for the tale from two mice caught in a cage-trap in her cousin’s home and a doll’s house being constructed by her editor and publisherย Norman Warneย as a Christmas gift for his niece Winifred. While the tale was being developed, Potter and Warne fell in love and became engaged, much to the annoyance of Potter’s parents, who were grooming their daughter to be a permanent resident and housekeeper in their London home.
The tale is about two mice who vandalize a doll’s house. After finding the food on the dining room table made of plaster, they smash the dishes, throw the doll clothing out the window, tear the bolster, and carry off a number of articles to their mouse-hole. When the little girl who owns the doll’s house discovers the destruction, she positions a policeman doll outside the front door to ward off any future depredation. The two mice atone for their crime spree by putting a crooked sixpence in the doll’s stocking on Christmas Eve and sweeping the house every morning with a dust-pan and broom. Ref wikipedia with thanks as always.

The Tale of Two Bad Mice

And yes, I have most of the Beatrix Potter books….and when he’s older, I’ll read them to my grandson when he visits me in my new place. Of which I coincidentally take occupation on 8th February ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™ƒ

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Really excited to receive my first postcard from my Alps to Ocean virtual challenge today.

1st postcard

I started the challenge on 30 December 2020, walked 115.6 kms so far, and am 1.8 kms ahead of target.ย  I so enjoy reading the information that comes with the postcards; learning about places I never knew existed until I started these challenges.

Oooo…..just keeping ahead.

I was 20kms ahead when I arrived at my current assignment on Monday but if course with limited time and 2 days a write off, I’m going to be hard put to keep up to speed ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ

Alps to Ocean, New Zealand

Here I am at Lake Ohau, the third and smallest parallel glacial lake in the Mackenzie Basin that serves as a water storage for the Hydro scheme. It is connected to Lake Pukaki and Lake Tekapo (the other two parallel lakes) via an artificial canal. Lake Ohau is stunningly located between The Barrier mountain range to the west, Ben Ohau range to the east and Naumann range to the north which lies between Hopkins and Dobson rivers that feed into the lake.

This turquoise blue lake is a perfect environment for both powered and non-powered activities. Although at the height of summer the temperature reaches a mere 60ยฐF (15ยฐC) any swimming enthusiast wouldn’t want to miss the opportunity for a crisp splash in the lake. Luckily for me the weather was in my favour and I went for a brisk swim before starting my onward journey. However, I did hear that any sailor or windsurfer on the lake must be mindful of the northerly winds as the water gets choppy very quickly.

It might be debatable what’s considered a national dish in NZ, perhaps fish and chips or perhaps a gourmet meat pie. No matter, my choice was the traditional piping hot meat pie encased in a crispy pastry. This humble meat pie has been part of NZ’s cuisine since 1863 when the early British settlers brought it to NZ’s shores. It’s the perfect size to be eaten with one hand whilst chugging their popular Lemon & Paeroa soft drink with the other. The soft drink’s history goes way back to 1907 when it was originally manufactured in the town of Paeroa by combining lemon juice and carbonated mineral water.

After my finger-licking good pie and L&P hydration, I set off for what was to be the hardest part of the journey. The first 3.5mi (6km) was an easy section as I traversed the lower slopes of the Ohau range across several creeks before I found myself on a narrow track and a sustained climb of about 2.5mi (4km) to the highest point of the trail at 2,952ft (900m). Not that I particularly trusted that I was at the highest point for a while since all along there were several “false summits” where the trail appeared to reach the highest point to then discover that there was more upwards winding to go. During the winter months part of this upward climb proves to be even more hazardous as it becomes part of an avalanche path.

Reaching the top was quite the accomplishment but given its exposure and strong winds I spent little time admiring the view and started my descent. If I thought the climb was a challenge the steep descent with its tight steep bends was even more ghastly for the next half-mile or so.

The rest was a rolling descent crossing several streams. Clean drinking water could be collected at these streams enabling me to top up my bottles. The track joined with Quailburn Road and for the remainder of my journey I travelled beside Quail Burn River first to the west of me and once I crossed it to the east of me, almost like a constant companion, until we parted way with the river flowing into Ahuriri River and me rolling into Omarama for the night”.

Well, it sounds like I had a good time ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ However, I’m not sure about the meat pie I ate ๐Ÿฅง ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ since I’m vegetarian, but ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿคซ we won’t tell anyone. As for the “false summits” and descent of the Oahu range…that reminds me somewhat of the many false summits and descents I made in Spain along the Camino. ๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿฅด

So far along this challenge I’ve walked from Ramsgate to Faversham over a few days and 3.5 days in Throwley. I wonder where else my journey will take me!!

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Last night, after standing outside looking up at the starry starry sky….I thought for sure we would have frost this morning…๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒŒ

I went to sleep in Kent and woke up in Narnia โ˜บโ˜บโ˜บ its beautiful and magical and โ˜ƒ๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธ

I went for a short walk up and down the road……

The Nothing….

I’m hoping to get out for a proper walk during my break coz my kms are lagging behind now. Although the visibility at road level is good, I fear the surfaces are a tad slippery, so I’ll have to walk with more caution and less zeal ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ

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So tonight my client decided we should watch the film ‘Psycho’. Thanks very much. The freezer is in the garage across the yard in a very dark dark areaโ€ฆI had to put the ice-cream backโ€ฆI went quickly before watching the movieโ€ฆ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฅบ otherwise the ice-cream would be cream by morning.

30 minutes later and…..

Thank the lord he’s gone to bed!! So Norman is back in his box and I don’t have to watch itโ€ฆ
I did however go outside to see the stars once my client was in bedโ€ฆ.oh my goshโ€ฆI haven’t seen that many stars in years. The area where I’m working is very isolated with a scattering of houses some distance from us, so its very very dark and incredibly quiet. The sky is crystal clear tonight after 3 nights of fog and the stars are just stunning. Lucky me.

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My latest assignment has not taken me too far afield this time and I find myself in the depths of Kent. Not too far from where I’m located are villages familiar to me; Charing for instance….I stayed there on my pilgrimage to Canterbury in September. ๐Ÿ™‚ so that’s been a fun discovery. I am of course familiar with Faversham having stayed there in 2017 during my Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales walk from Southwark Cathedral to Canterbury Cathedral, as well as which I finished my latest stretch of the English coast there last Saturday – from Whitstable to Faversham. The Sun Inn; 14th century inn, was the perfect place to stay and I’d love to stay there again sometime.

the sun inn faversham
The Sun Inn, Faversham – 14th century inn with the best room and bath ever

However, the house where I’m working is toooo far from Faversham for me to do any proper exploring, but I have a few country roads I can follow and so far I’ve had 2 good days to get out and about. Of the 5.5 days I’ve been here so far, 1,5 produced rain and 2 produced fog…so I’ve only managed 2 proper walks since arriving on Monday 4th. The sun looks like its burning through the fog so hopefully tomorrow will be a good day for walking.

foggy day in kent
a foggy day in Kent

In the meantime the two walks have unveiled some gems as far as churches are concerned and some amazing houses…..some of which date back to the 15th century. In fact the house I’m working in was built in 1435!!! It’s pretty awesome with some fabulous beams and a huge fireplace. The floors are really wonky and sink in the middle and without heating, its VERY cold!!! I’ll let the photos do the talking

country walking
the long and winding road…..
first world war throwley airfield
Throwley Airfield 1917-1919
the old school house
The Old School 1873-1935
houses at Throwley Forstal

Although I haven’t been able to get out that much, I have walked far and wide, clocking up 16.3 kms over 2 days. Its something of a challenge to find different routes when you’re limited to long stretches of road and a 2 hour break. If I had longer, I’d walk to Faversham for sure. It’s only 5 miles away but would take 1hour 35 minutes to walk there and no time to return before my 2 hours is up!!

I have though seen 2 beautiful sunsets and enjoyed the lengthening shadows of the graveyard. Hopefully tomorrow will bring fine weather so I can get out again…

p.s. there may be a problem with the photo galleries…..if there is I will fix them later…..they look fine via my computer, but on my phone there seems to be an issue….sorry for that.

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Following on from my recent walk from Margate to Whitstable via Reculver, researching the Roman fort uncovered the information that Reculver too had been mentioned in the 1086 Domesday Book. ๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ Roculf: Archbishop of Canterbury. Church, mill, 5 salthouses, fishery.

To say I was delighted would be an understatement. Updating my Project 101 page brought the tally to the grand total of 150!! Hoorah. https://notjustagranny.co.uk/project-101/project-101-domesday-book-towns-villages/

By no means a huge number, and considering that 13,418 (settlements) : cities, towns, villages and hamlets are mentioned….150 is not that many, but it’s way more than most have visited.

It’s still astounding to discover that many English people who have grown up in the country, have no idea of its existence.

1086 is only one of the most significant dates in English history following on from the 1066 Battle of Hastings, and yet…..

My original intention was to visit 101, but it seems that my travels and my job will take me to many more than I anticipated.

I’ve wanted to walk to Reculver from Broadstairs ever since we first visited the place some years ago, but never seemed to find the time, it also did not seem doable. But now with my crazy decision to walk the entire English coast over the next 5 years, it became doable ….๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ and in comparison to the distances I’ve since covered on my various walks, it was easy peasy

When I set off from Margate last week I could see the ruins of the church farrrrr away in the mists of time and remember thinking ” oh gosh, it’s so far, will I be able to do it ?” But it was easier than expected, and voila

St. Mary’s Church, Reculver

St Mary’s Church, Reculver, was founded in the 7th century as either a minster or a monastery on the site of a Roman fort at Reculver, which was then at the north-eastern extremity of Kent in south-eastern England. In 669, the site of the fort was given for this purpose by King Ecgberht of Kent to a priest named Bassa, beginning a connection with Kentish kings that led to King Eadberht II of Kent being buried there in the 760s, and the church becoming very wealthy by the beginning of the 9th century. Ref wikipedia

Will this too be eaten by the ever encroaching sea
A Roman fort, now long gone
The remains of the Roman wall, and where the fort once stood

It’s a fascinating place and I’m certainly going to follow up on more of the history and I feel another visit is warranted. I noticed on my way to Reculver that there is a walk along the River Wantsum; which once cut off the Isle of Thanet from the mainland.

The River Wantsum

I ๐Ÿ”ฎ another walk in the future ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„ except it will not be in winter!! And I’m not walking across any mudflats….more of that later ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿคช

Can you see my folly?

More about Project 101 https://notjustagranny.co.uk/project-101/

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