Did I mention that there were blue skies over the White Cliffs of Dover when we arrived? Not as good as blue birds but I thought that was a good omen. Although the castle is impressive, we didn’t linger long there. (It dates back to the 12th century but the site was a fort literally ages before.) We stopped for a pub lunch in Canterbury but, unfortunately, the Archbishop was not able to join us. On the other hand, it was fortunate that the pub owner’s dog, a shar pei who is the size of a rottweiler (the owner’s description not mine), decided to work from home for the day.
Fun night in London and I finally got some playtime on this trip. (Here’s my friend. Isn’t she lovely? Really sweet too. Her little brother is also a cutey. He is two and does an impressive rabbit imitation.) From there, another car ride to Wales. Pub lunch on that leg of the journey too. The resident dog there, a spaniel, travels frequently to his grandparent’s home in Toulouse. (I learned that the word spaniel has French origins; the French called them dogs from Spain.) Lovely night in Wales at an inn B and G stayed in twenty years ago. I slept very well and was ready for the road again.