Saturday – May 22
We rise to overcast skies and low fog. Every thing is wet. We must breakdown and pack wet tents (with fly and ground cloth wet too). Decision time. Head back to Salisbury? Bike to Sandwich? Yes, of the famous Earl of Sandwich who named the tasty treat. But wait, let's train to Canterbury. There is a campground nearby, and it has great historic significance. Train to Dover, switch platforms and off to the land of Chaucer!
We arrive in Canterbury and as we do, the skies clear and sunshine abounds! (Just a note here, it has been fairly good weather since we came. Same last year, for all the days I was in England. Must be me.) We find the campground (up a hill – of course) and then return to the city to explore.
It is Saturday, and the town is teeming with people. Much like Rouen, but even more people. Street vendors abound selling pastries, ice cream and crepes. I love strolling the street and listening to all the people, English, French, Dutch and many more. There is a magician selling tricks out of a small kiosk. We spend some time talking and exchanging a few “moves”. He is quite a nice chap.
Cookie and I partake of the Canterbury Tales Experience. This is like a Disney ride, except that you walk through it, as you view sculpted characters from Chaucer's book and listen to some of the tales told. Hmm... there's a novel concept: several people telling different stories, trying to outdo one another. Sounds like a Storytelling Festival to me!
We do some Internet typing and tapping, I upload several days of the blog. We buy lamb burger patties and fresh green beans at the store and head for the campground. A cookout ensues and then it's off to bed.
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