Local Heart, Global Soul

November 20, 2014

Some Who Go Walkies, Also Take The Train…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

We are finally back in Folkestone,  and although we didn’t originally have a place to stay planned for the night before our channel tunnel crossing back in the summer of 2013, we found the Little Satmar camp-site so easy, friendly and convenient that we rang  two days ahead and asked if they had a spot for us, and when they said they did, booked it immediately.

We had to be up bright and early for the channel train the next day so it was a dawn breakfast and we were just driving out just as the first campers were emerging from tents and caravans and making for the showers.There was a haze around camp as the sun came up so I attempted some arty photographs of some parked up bicycles … and failed. Within the hour we join the queues at the train, where it’s already surprisingly busy and seriously warm, in fact it turns out to be 29 C (84.2 F) and we have blue cloudless skies for the trip back.

From the loading area waiting for the train we have a brilliant view of the chalk outline of the horse on the hill by Folkestone and  the kids giggle at the dog walking and toilet area marked “Walkies”, complete with big bone gateway. Again we are sorted into a queue with the other high vehicles and board the train. The passport control is easy enough, they are asking a lot of questions so it takes longer but they are friendly enough. That said it’s strange to be speaking French again, takes a few minutes to switch. We have somewhere we want to stop off  at on the French side very soon so we need to get our  Continental brains working again…

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Out in France…

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November 16, 2014

Signs Of The Times… Well Sort Of…

It’s probably because United Kingdom place names are so unlike Dutch ones that we giggled so much when we saw these signs along the highway… (Unless it’s just our sense of humour) I hope these signs will tickle your funny bone too… Ducks crossing? beware of Ducks? (Don’t ducks just fly out of the way??) Who Knows?

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Do you really  want to write on the back of a letter that you live in “Puddletown”?  (unless you are one of the Ducks from the sign above)!

All of these sounded to us like made up names of  children’s story book place names…

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Blandford? Nothing spicy goes on there clearly… Piddlehinton (Himself hinted that someone must be taking the Pi$$)…

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Tolpuddle, a tax on weak bladders? That the Martyrs museum is close by may be significant?

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The result of more weak bladders… and very recently in Warmwell… the rest? the mind boggles…

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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Add Tolpuddle Ball (Himself said it was maybe better not to ask)…

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Poulner already sounds like it involves poultry… but a place called Crow where they also need to add a sign of a bird?  (and a bird that looks like a parakeet at that?)

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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

There’s a place called Arundel in New Zealand, where everyone pronouces it “Ar run dul” , then I heard on the BBC the following pronounciation” air ran daal” which made me seriously wonder… who’s right here? (yes, it’s exactly the same spelling).

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If somthing’s worth doing, it’s worthing doing right…

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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

… or Sompting like that…

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It’s near the sea… did they miss the “C” off the front of hove???

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More nursery rhymes…  I’d like to say it was near Puddletown, but it wasn’t.

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Sevenoaks / Seven Oaks… ok that ones is clear, “Orpington” …I have no clue and “Maidstone”,  maybe let’s not go there either…

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Gravesend, clearly the end of the line …

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November 15, 2014

Long Haul Back Along The Coast…

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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

To get from  Bridport  to Folkstone in what was left of the day, we needed to get ourselves off the small lanes and “B” roads and onto motorways.

In our journey of summer 2013, we pass by churches, towns, beautiful buildings and fields. I  see what I assume must be the entrance to a stately home, with Lions on the gates.

The views varied wildly because sometimes everything to the side of us was obscured by motorway barriers, sometimes by trees and hedges but there were still fleeting moments when I could record the scenes speeding past our windows.

Sometimes the traffic flowed freely and we made good time, at other times, whilst changing between motorways we stood still in traffic jams.

Having an on-board lavatory was once again a God-send that the kids and I made good use of during our crawl towards yet another round-a-bout. Eventually we get onto a motorway where the traffic is flowing freely and we can get some serious distance under our belts (or tyres). As the evening draws in, we get closer to the outskirts of Greater London, aircraft from one of the airports nearby make low passes. We are slowly getting closer and closer to our destination…

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