Wednesday: Mists and fruitfulness and dinner down to the Pub

Desk overlooking twilight, Kent, Jolly Olde




Today was a day of work ( the cartoon variety ), walk, getting short-changed at the sandwich shop ( they NEVER manage to look as if it was a genuine mistake...much like it’s impossible to not look like you’re trying to look innocent as you go through Customs at the airport...) and scientifically packing for the complicated next legs, plus washing a jumper which I desperately hope is dry by tomorrow when I’ll be wearing it. Luckily my friend has an airing cupboard where the hot water heater is...I’ve been tempted to crawl in there myself.

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I love that there are miles of Public Footpaths here, beside or across fields, down the sides of garages, around ends of hedges and criss-crossing each other in scrubby corners. You wonder where the other paths are going to/coming from.



I love that there’s a stile leading out of the local park.

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I love that from the train you see chipper little communities of allotments, neatly laid out, vegetables, sheds, pathways, the occasional story behind the patch where everything is overgrown.

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I love the large woman in pink bringing a mug of tea outside to the carpenter who has been working up a ladder on her roof.



I love the two young men who giggle when the Decidedly Quick Train rips past the small station and gives us all a fright. ( I visited the station today. I was practicing for tomorrow).

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That doors on neighbouring houses in estates are painted different colours.

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That the woman in heels and a swishy calf-length skirt on her way home from work is unaware that a well fed black and white cat leapt out from under a hedge just after she passed, chased her clipping clopping shoes and flashing white shins along the footpath, pounced without conviction, then disappeared behind her under a fence.

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A pub tea of local bangers and mash decorated with a garnish of apple and leeks, then tomorrow I begin the trek home.

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