Oct 07, 2011

I heard heavy rain on the roof overnight and thought ‘I don’t care….I won’t be riding in it!”



One of Margot’s friendly neighbours from over the fence coming for his daily carrot and apple. We also saw some pheasants that looked like they thought they owned the field.

The morning was chilly, only 10.5 degrees which is only a third of a lot of the temperatures we have had in the time we were touring through France and Spain so a little chilly, and according to the forecast and Sharen and Ken won’t be a lot better than that over the next few days. Again, I don’t care; I will be in a car with heaters…how cushy is that!



Our train for Belgium arrives at Ebbsfleet International. Launching place for many passenger trains to and from Europe as well as a through point for those from Stratford International and Pancras International which whistled through the station at a hurtling pace.

SO, we repacked our cases yesterday and headed for an early train from Faversham to Ebbsfleet International in the hope we could exchange our tickets for Brussels for an earlier departure but no luck there so we have had a nice kick back, a HUGE HOT coffee (yum) and then headed onto the train.

The changeover from Brussels to Bruges went well and we arrived in the evening in time for dinner with Sharen and Ken and also to do some planning for tomorrow’s departure. It was good to have the whole team back together again.



Bruges street scene….way too many wonderful shots to minimise…where to start and where to stop

Bits and Bobs:

When we left the UK in early September the leaves were just starting to change to their Autumn tones but yesterday there were fallen leaves swirling up around us along the roadway where we rode and there was a constant soft stream of leaves fluttering down just about everywhere we rode. It felt strangely peaceful.

Last nights’ accommodation:

Private accommodation
Water Lane
Faversham

We were fortunate to obtain private accommodation as a favour to a friend as the hotel and local B & B’s were booked out in the lead up to a combined 60th birthday for Sir Bob Geldof and his daughter Peaches birthday also. Sir Bob lives at Davington Priory only 5 minutes out of Faversham and the local accommodation is chockers with event managers and the entourage. Anyway, enough of that, it turned out to be good news for us because we had a wonderfully comfortable stay in an absolutely charming little cottage complete with a cooked English breakfast this morning, not to mention a million dollar welcome from our host Margot. We walked down the street last night for dinner at the Ship Inn which was also delicious….and we could speak English and everyone understood us and we them. Simple pleasures!