As we started our tour around Dover, we found out why it was so quiet......is was closed. Hahaha. We went to see the castle, closed - We passed the First and Last Pub - closed. Walked up on the White Cliffs and part of the trail was closed, and you cannot be hungry before 8:00am as breakfast places do not open until 9:00am! We did manage to walk across the White Cliffs to the other side with a view of France in the distance and rolling green hillsides where local farmers and the sheets and donkey's. On the way back you have a choice of walking high or low. We chose to go low, on a path that appeared to be the most traveled. After passing a hobbit hole, and trekking through the Shire, we came to a dead end, essentially, the path was closed as well! It was a 25 foot vertical wall that you would have to scale to get to the road. I tried to do it, but it was slippery mud, and slide down wiping out Mark. He did everything possible not to land on top one me, and stop me from sliding over the cliff. We laughed and could not believe that this will used path ended up know where. We decided that this is where all the homeless people and the drug addicts must live. We turned around and took the high road. Just a side note - went you are on the White Cliffs your cell service changes to France, so make sure roaming is turned off! We then hit the road to Brighton.
Driving is still a little bit off challenge as thier roadways are about the size of the pathway along the bow river. This is considered a dual lane highway, with trucks and busses on either side. I do pee a little each time a truck is barreling towards me, at 60 mph, which what they seems to think -have loads of room to get by - shesh!
The coast has lots of little villages, with Hastings begin the one that stood out for both of us. Though we did not stop there, the views going through city centre were beautiful and looked a little like Monte Carlo without all the yachts, fancy cars, and the weather!
Made it to Brighton. Unlike Dover, Brighton was not closed and a very busy Centre! We chose a hotel in the middle of it all, just steps away from the pier. That had it good points and bad. Getting there was interesting, thank god Mark could navigate from anywhere on this earth, and once we arrived it was worth it. Had a huge fish and chip supper, walked along the Pier and surrounding area then headed back to the hotel for the night to decide what tomorrow would look like.
Portsmouth, where we were born, was to be our next stop, but we decided that we would just have a quick look and continue on. Had a great full English breakfast in Cosham, where Mark was born, and continued on. Plymouth was the destination! We moved of of the coastal roads, as it would take days to get anywhere. We arrived in Plymouth 4 hours later.
Plymouth is spectacular! Again we chose a hotel within walking distance of the Pier and the city centre that had free parking, that is now important to us! Parking is tricky. Little did we know that the parade was made for clown cars, so it will be interesting getting out! It was raining when we got there, so we just starting walking towards to Pier, but the wind was blowing a gale, so back into town to find a quaint little bakery and had a scone, Devonshire cream, jam, hot chocolate and coffee. By the time we had finished, it had stopped raining, and the sun was peaking through the clouds! We continued walking around. It was a good mix of old vs new, even made Mark go into a shop!
We heading back down to the pier, and the views were spectacular! Thank you weather gods for cooperating.
Today maybe Penzance for us - we have learned that the kids are now on spring break here, so it could become alittle busier............plans may change.