Deja-vu struck as we travelled by train from Lewisham towards Faversham.

Stranger still was remaining on the train at Gravesend where we had last alighted and started our tour. Carrying on through Sittingbourne to Faversham, time and memories of our first day travel were compressed as we sped through various scenes.

What was different was the weather. Sun had blessed the past week. Warmth was in the air and with that we set off on our bikes from Faversham station in a different mood and lightscape.

It didn’t take us long to get lost again.

The last Local I’d asked the way to the coast told me to carry on as we were and turn right when we came to the pub.

However when we turned right at the pub we were immediately directed onto private property which didn’t seem right.

Mr Wallace suggested a path he’d seen to the left of the pub. Seeming this was most logical we followed this path to end up where in fact we first turned around in doubt.

Uh oh, we were going in circles.

But were we? All paths seemed to lead to here so without much further thought we headed onto the ‘private property’ half-expecting to get shouted at as we weaved through various boats moored along the bank or propped up on shore.

Crossing the narrowest of bridges, we escaped into true countryside on our way, me whelping with explicative joy.

This was it. What a feeling. Sun pouring down on us we had our first proper view of open sea.

In the distance, on the opposite bank could be seen sandy beaches. Mr Wallace thought that it looked nice.

One day we’ll be riding that coast coming towards the end of our journey however that is going to be some time before we do.

One of the joys of fixed-wheel cycling is while you move you must always pedal/spin and when you are cycling along a continuous path such as this you hit what I call the Flow.

Those who run call might call it ‘The Zone’ to me it simply feels wonderful to just keep flowing uninterrupted with no traffic light or junction to stop at, similar to my cycle runs between Hove & Brighton.

Whitstable was our planned destination for lunch. As we munched up the miles in no time and seeing Oysters are out of season we happily ’flowed’ onto Herne Bay where we stopped for lunch to be entertained by Robert, the man who wouldn’t leave when he was told.