Well it's time to bring you up to date with last weeks travels. We told you about our newest addition Annie, who we picked up while we were in Canterbury, but I haven't told you about Canterbury.
After dropping off our luggage in Southampton, we turned east and drove several hours east, past London to the village of Bridge, just a few miles outside of Canterbury.
Our VRBO for the next week is a converted schoolhouse turned into several cottages. A nice backyard, shared game room, plus several bathrooms, and washing machine.
Having arrived later in the day on Sunday, after getting settled in we headed down the street about 500 yards to the Bridge Arms Pub for Sunday Roast. For those of you who might not know - a tradition in many of the pubs is to put on a Sunday Roast. For a fixed price you get an option of meat and fixins. Usually served with Yorkshire pudding, potatoes, and vegetables.
|A pint and a roast.|
|View from Dover Castle Great Tower|
|A square near Canterbury Cathedral|
Within 2 years, of his death, Pope Alexander III made Becket a saint and soon the Cathedral became a shrine attracting pilgrims from all over the world. A shine grew in the Cathedral, and soon the riches held by the church grew to astounding proportions.
|Kate stands on the spot talking to the docent|
|St Michaels Chapel|
Well, soon it was Friday and time for me to make a puppy run. The plan was the driver would leave on Thursday and drive 13 hours from Barcelona to Calais. I would take a taxi from our place, thru the Chunnel, to Calais, and we would meet at 1230 at a McDonalds.
|On the train to Calais|
Well we made the transfer, exchanged some chit chat, and soon he was headed south and we were headed back on the train to the UK.
|Now Lucy has a little sister|
As expected, the dogs are getting along fine. Lucy as been a bit standoffish from this high energy furball, but as the days pass, she has gotten more used to it, and now they actually lay on the sofa together.
|Hever Castle Moat and gate|
The Castle was purchased in 1903 by William Waldorf Astor, son of the famous "Robber Baron" John Jacob Astor. As a result of his purchase, much has changed inside and a lot of the displays are oriented towards him rather than the Boleyns. It was slightly disappointing, but beautiful none the less.
After a few hours visiting and giving the dogs a good workout, we got back on the road and headed north to our next destination. We are now in Blakeney, on the coast in Norfolk, and already have been enjoying all this area has to offer. Yesterday was a 5 mile walk to the next village and back.
But all that if for our next post.
Thanks for following along. I hope you are enjoying the ride.