After a wonderful nights sleep in a very comfortable bed, and after enjoying breakfast with my host, I reluctantly said goodbye to Valerie promising to send her a post card when I arrive in Lucca – I will explain later why Lucca. I made my way to Womenswold, around 2.5 miles, where I joined the North Downs Way for the onward journey to Dover. It was not as hot as yesterday and with a lighter
I did not sleep well last night and rose about 6.00am ready for the 8.30 am ferry crossing with P&O ferries on the aptly named ” Pride of Canterbury “. It was a glorious morning as I walked to the ferry – I am not a good sailor so I was delighted to view a calm sea. The check in and border control before loading requires the showing of your passport on three occasions and
I enjoyed a really good nights sleep in the mobile home for pelerins – I chose to use my new sleeping bag ( its first use) rather than the supplied blankets – it was a coolish night and it kept me snug and warm. I woke around 7 am and was ready to leave around 8 am. Just after leaving I met Steve Hackman who was walking with his wife and son and a friend
It was overcast when I left just before 7am and I had listened to a couple of rain showers on the roof of the chalet as I was preparing to leave. Today I was following the Alison Raju’s Cicerone directions so I walked from the campsite to the town centre and started my days journey. The route took me along quiet back lanes very reminiscent of the country lanes of home. I found the directions
I decided not to rush the morning start and to enjoy a final 8.30 breakfast at the Monastery. I arrived to find sister Lucy already serving to a full table of pilgrims and other guests. Breakfast was simply toast with marmalade and jam and coffee- as much as needed. o I said a reluctant farewell to that wonderful smile of sister Lucy and started my walk for the day. I was heading for Amettes a