If you wanted the perfect antidote to the cynicism and negativity of modern life, live my life for a while. For the last (nearly) month and 4300 miles, with only two exceptions, I have been shown nothing but generosity and kindness. And mostly by people that I've never met, from ferrymen to forestry workers to toll keepers to till operators. Cheers to you all, it's been a great trip thanks to that spirit.
I legged it down the South Circular at some speed thanks to a guy on a Suzuki 600 who knew where all the cameras were, and the traffic was very light at that time of day. I eventually explained what I was doing, and he was more than happy for me to slipstream him. Back at Dartford, I resumed my coastal capers; pretty awkward in the Medway towns and horribly slow. Still, I was well surprised by the views, which just got better and better as the day wore on. Herne Bay, which I've never seen, was great. Late afternoon, by complete good fortune, I ran across the Battle of Britain memorial at Capel le Ferne. It was impressive and really quite moving. We really owe those guys, big time...
In the rugged spirit of my tour, I'm roughing it at Simon and Alex's near Romney, steeling myself for roast lamb... Tomorrow, I'm up to Dorking to Azcari, the Satmap guys, headed up by Craig Zocher, for a press bash. Then scuttle back to the coast for the final push, probably in a General Melchett stylee...
Photos from days 25 and 26.
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