Amazing. We had GPS but couldn’t work out exactly where to head to. I can tell you it isn’t easy to work out where the road is and where you are heading when all before you is flat.
This way (I think)
Cycling in the wilderness with 23c tyres is a strange experience on what I would call ‘grass’ but crunched under the tyres like freshly laid snow.
For those who are not au fait with what 23c means – its relates to the cross-section width/circumference of your tyre (someone help me here!) which translates to one of the skinniest tyres you can buy and what you would typically find on racers.
What would have been better on this terrain is mountain bike tyres.
Well, at least you could ride on crunchy grass whereas when there wasn’t any it was stones and shingle that invariably meant you either got off and pushed or took your chances and fell off.
When we found the road, we were nowhere near civilisation so unless we wanted to head all the way back into Dungeness we’d have to carry on in the hope of finding food.
Typically there was a strong headwind.
It was a case of gritting your teeth and getting on with the job. Triston and Jim soon disappeared into the distance, I hung back for Elisabeth in support.
Eventually the desert turned back into soil meaning fields, hedgerows that in turn led to bushes and at last around a bend loaded with trees a civilised roundabout pointing to nearby civilisations. Yey!
We headed to the nearest village, Lydd, and came across the promising looking Dolphin, diving in and promptly ordering drinks.
What we should have first ordered was food.
There was a food board with ‘basics’ and the mention of Sunday lunch but whilst we were waiting for our drinks I couldn’t help noticing no one seemed to be eating. Was it that late?
Indeed the kitchen looked empty and I became more concerned when I noticed the warning along the top of the food board that said, “‘Food is made fresh to order meaning a wait for up to 1 hour”.
Surely not, with no one apparently waiting and it being a Sunday. I went in with a swerve-ball to the Landlady, “Do you do a Nut Roast”. Landlady looks to a Lady Punter drinking at the bar who turns out to be the Chef but the utterance of, “No.”
Oh well. Time for a Tricky & Bear vote:
Tricky 2 thumbs down. Bear 2 thumbs down.
Nice pints though albeit limited in choice but perhaps pints always taste nice when you’re parched.
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