Makin' Waves In Eastbourne
I finally reached the English Channel in Eastbourne.
This morning, I rented a bicycle in Canterbury for a ride in the country to the ocean front town of Whitstable, a distance of about 11Km each way. There were some age related obstacles, called hills, and on the return trip, I decided to see what it felt like to walk the hills instead of riding.
Saddle soreness also left an impression :-0 The ride was on some roads, but mostly on cycle tracks, a combination of hard and gravel surfaces.
I don't think I can really impress upon you how good it was to get back to Canterbury.
So afterwards I did a bit of female shopping, picked up the rental car, which was bigger than I expected, and drove off into the sunset. As today's travels were not on a motorway, it was slow going.
The roads here are very narrow and people park on the road totally blocking that lane, meaning both ways of traffic have to take turns to get past on the remaining lane.
I also travelled on some roads that were just one lane with a 60Mph speed limit, which meant passing was interesting.
Anyway I made it safely and was grateful that Mrs Mail was not on board as she would have been panicking.
It was late afternoon when I reached the coast town of Eastbourne, and after a bite to eat, I went for a walk on the shore front. The English haven't yet come to grips with the concept of sandy beaches. They are really rocky beaches. There was an absence of swimmers for some reason, but the late sun makes for an enticing image.
The beach is a great leveler. Old people walk together and sit and watch the relentless wavyounger ably thinking about some part of their life somewhere together or otherwise.
Young people have a herding instinct and have little time for reminiscing as life still has to be lived, and it is where to do it.
Children don't have a care in the world which is full of play, ice cream and now.
Where would we be without beaches.
The Spirit of the Age Challenge
There is another shot saying goodbye to Canterbury below.
Makin' Waves In Eastbourne
I finally reached the English Channel in Eastbourne.
This morning, I rented a bicycle in Canterbury for a ride in the country to the ocean front town of Whitstable, a distance of about 11Km each way. There were some age related obstacles, called hills, and on the return trip, I decided to see what it felt like to walk the hills instead of riding.
Saddle soreness also left an impression :-0 The ride was on some roads, but mostly on cycle tracks, a combination of hard and gravel surfaces.
I don't think I can really impress upon you how good it was to get back to Canterbury.
So afterwards I did a bit of female shopping, picked up the rental car, which was bigger than I expected, and drove off into the sunset. As today's travels were not on a motorway, it was slow going.
The roads here are very narrow and people park on the road totally blocking that lane, meaning both ways of traffic have to take turns to get past on the remaining lane.
I also travelled on some roads that were just one lane with a 60Mph speed limit, which meant passing was interesting.
Anyway I made it safely and was grateful that Mrs Mail was not on board as she would have been panicking.
It was late afternoon when I reached the coast town of Eastbourne, and after a bite to eat, I went for a walk on the shore front. The English haven't yet come to grips with the concept of sandy beaches. They are really rocky beaches. There was an absence of swimmers for some reason, but the late sun makes for an enticing image.
The beach is a great leveler. Old people walk together and sit and watch the relentless wavyounger ably thinking about some part of their life somewhere together or otherwise.
Young people have a herding instinct and have little time for reminiscing as life still has to be lived, and it is where to do it.
Children don't have a care in the world which is full of play, ice cream and now.
Where would we be without beaches.
The Spirit of the Age Challenge
There is another shot saying goodbye to Canterbury below.