Started with a continental breakfast this morning, instead of the full English breakfast, then drove to the southeast coastline to visit Dover. The only other times we had been here have been approaching by sea on the ferry from Calais, so it was fun to be on the top of the white cliffs looking down on the bustling port activity. Dover Castle is the largest castle we have seen to date. Started as an Iron Age hill fort, then Roman lighthouse location, then medieval castle, then Henry II really added in the eleventh century. During WW II, there was quite a complex of planning and communications activity in honeycombs of tunnels inside the cliffs, which we got to tour today. After the castle, we had soup and bread at a tea shop in Dover, a brief walk around town, then drove north along the coast, through a terrible rush hour in Canterbury, and back to our B&B near Maidstone. Our hostess recommended a tiny pub a few miles from here, where I (Vinnie) has a delicious rump of lamb from Romney (twins, remember the Scarecrow of Romney Marsh?), Anita had a mediocre chicken breast, and we both had scrumptious sticky toffee pudding for desert, sans physalis.
