Note: These images have been resized, but are still slightly too wide to be displayed, so the right-hand edge (about an inch) has been cut off by the Gestalt software. If it really does affect your viewing (or I feel it is absolutely vital to a particular picture) I will manually adjust the size again so it all fits (the pic will be slightly smaller on screen), but this is an absolute ******** to do manually.
View from the campsite:
The walk (or Death March):
At the start of the walk in Deal it became apparent that it the sea was quite rough with the wind blowing in from the east into the shore. This part of the sea is arguably more of the North Sea than it is of the English channel as it is where the countries on either side of the channel diverge rapidly.
The first leg of the journey was the easy (if somewhat arduous and in some ways a little boring being battered as I was by the strong winds wearing only shorts and a t-shirt as clothing. Yes I had other clothes in my backpack, but I get too hot otherwise and it was warm in the sun) as it was flat and near enough a straight line due south until the cliffs started near enough right on the corner of the peninsular. I mentioned it was breezy and a few pictures document this quite well, showing the extent of the waves. These were taken at the end of the flat bit.
This bluebell looked a lot bluer irl, found as I started my ascent up the cliff. NB: Whilst I remember it is worthwhile to note that you will not have much chance seeing bluebirds at the white cliffs as they are not native to the UK.
Looking back from a little way up - the last pictures of the sea were taken from where the last group of buildings were in the distance.
A few more shots from the first cliffs (I am not going to mention again if they were looking back or not as you can work it out for yourselves - the sea was on my left as I walked around the coast so if it on the right it is a photograph from behind me)
The Monument of the Dover Patrol which is located on what I would consider the corner of the country, as the coast turns from heading south to heading west. From here on it is more what I would call the Channel, and as you may notice later the sea was remarkably a lot calmer.
Having passed the monument I headed down into St Margaret's and just to the right of the cliff in the next picture (nice atmospheric touch by the camera, caused by the lighting and angle in relation to the sun) there an inlet and there is a pub/restaurant there next to the sea. To get down to there you go along a road which passes through a gap in what was the defences built and maintained between 1798 and 1903 to deal with the Napoleonic threat as it was considered one of the 5 most likely landing places for his fleet. Anyway, after an hour idled away whilst I lunched (in the self-proclaimed closest pub in Britain to France) it was back to the task...
Yes - I was this close to the edge at times. A lot of it is open access land and so you are free to go where you like, and a lot of the formed paths lead close to the edge.
Getting towards Dover, and the finish line I was slowed down by talking to an American lady and had a drink with her as she waited for her fellow traveller who had walked on ahead to the lighthouse and back (about 2.25 miles round trip). The lighthouse in question was this one, and the meeting place was just after this chalk cliff face which I could photograph as I was on a ledge (about 7ft wide) part-way up. Sorry about the slight blurriness in the middle of the penultimate pic, but that was one of the finger-print on lens affected ones, but still a nice snap regardless. (Pic 2 has the Port of Dover in the background)
Finally, with the Port of Dover reached and passed it was a case of walking into the town, having dinner then getting the train back to Folkestone and driving back to camp for the trip to Europe the next morning