Nick, Programmerman
White Cliffs
Friday, we drove from Torquay to Dover. While in Dover, we observed the White Cliffs. They are, indeed, white. Then I rolled around in bird poop trying to get a picture of flowers (failed) and we drove through more perilous country roads getting to some pub and inn in the south country that Toad is in love with, then we drove back to Heathrow and caught almost-the-last tube back to his flat. It was like a 400-mile driving day (the whole trip was over 700).
White Cliffs
Friday, we drove from Torquay to Dover. While in Dover, we observed the White Cliffs. They are, indeed, white. Then I rolled around in bird poop trying to get a picture of flowers (failed) and we drove through more perilous country roads getting to some pub and inn in the south country that Toad is in love with, then we drove back to Heathrow and caught almost-the-last tube back to his flat. It was like a 400-mile driving day (the whole trip was over 700).