‘Let’s walk to Folkestone...
I need some more of those non-slip hangers from Primark!
Where do I get these crazy ideas from?
Off we strode, luckily with the wind behind us.
We got there in one and a half hours making our mph just under three. Good going for a pair of old codgers.
‘I will buy you lunch with the money saved on petrol!’ he said.
So a pickled egg in a bag of salt and vinegar crisps?
Last of the big spenders!
Folkestone is such a happening place now, the ageing hippy in me felt happy as we trogged up the Old High Street. Being a Monday and out of season, he was safe, his flexible friend, if you’ll pardon the expression, stayed safely stowed away in his pocket!
We found a superb Italian restaurant serving a plate of pasta for a fiver, had two drinks
each and were very happy travellers as we climbed up the stairs in the bus to bring us home to Hythe.
each and were very happy travellers as we climbed up the stairs in the bus to bring us home to Hythe.
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