Many remarkable people found their identities on rivers: Cleopatra on the Nile; Lewis and Clark on the Missouri; Mark Twain on the Mississippi; Jeff Bezos on the Amazon. This is the story of my 600+ mile walk along the waterways of southern England in the summer of 2014, and the remarkable people I met along the way. It is best read in chronological order, so I recommend starting with the earliest posting in the Blog Archive list in the right margin.
Walk completed August 16, 2014
Monday, July 21, 2014
July 21, 2014 -- Day 36, Deal to Sandwich, 7 miles
I did yesterday, I took a bus from Dover to Deal – this time to walk north. The
fog and drizzle from yesterday were gone, replaced by a moderate breeze from
the north. The breeze was enough to delay the inevitable hot, muggy days
forecast for the remainder of the week.
nicer weather prompted me to stroll around Deal more than I did yesterday.
While the town center was old and quaint, there was nothing to distinguish it
from so many other English towns. The waterfront, however, has been refurbished
with nicely restored buildings (all still very old), and flowers everywhere. It
beckoned for me to spend more time there, but alas, I had to keep moving on.
Deal town pier
miles north of Deal, I approached Sandwich Bay Estate. Assuming another tiny
village, I thought about stopping at a pub for a snack. I was wrong: no village
and no pub. Instead, it was a collection of very large homes, probably dating
from the 19th century, and probably built for industrial barons of
the day. Today they are apparently occupied by new wealth – perhaps dot.com
money. I think the owners are young, because one home had an elaborate child’s
swing set and wading pool.
Single family residence
I thought I had walked to Washington. Today I thought I was back home when I
passed through the Royal St. George Golf Course. But I realized I was still in
England when ugly fascist/communist political issues surfaced on the golf
course. Apparently, even wealthy golfers take sides, but I was a little
surprised that the fascists would smudge the opposition’s sign with bird
droppings. These golfers are society’s upper crust, you know. Even the sand
traps are serious.
bills itself as the most complete medieval town in England. The street plan has
changed little since the time of Domesday in 1086, and some buildings date back
to the 13th century. Still, it is immaculately maintained, so much
so that it seems touristy. It reminds me a lot of Carmel by the Sea,
California, except this is the real thing. I’ll spend tomorrow walking about
town, but here’s a little teaser: the beer garden of the hotel I’m staying in.