Old English nursery rhyme.
We went on a holiday to Kent. I like Kent, it's where my dear wife was born and is called "The garden of England". The bit we went to was not, it was more "The armpit of England". I am biased, of course, the holiday was bad for many more reasons than just the venue. The place we went to was, and still is, between New Romney and Dungeness. It's an old Butlins camp now turned over to caravans and a few chalets. The caravan was old and showed it's age with several non matching door handles on the cupboards. The TV set worked fine until anyone moved near it or the aerial except when on BBC1 when it didn't work at all.
The Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch Railway runs through the site so we tried that. It's very well run and a very professional set up but it's also like travelling in a topless tunnel for most of the journey. It's difficult to be dismissive about that feature due to the nature of the railway itself. The company is, after all, a private one and runs for profit not tourists (in general anyway). The problem is mainly due to the fact that the railway was there first and the houses and gardens that flank the track obviously don't want to have hordes of nosy passengers looking into their property each time a noisy and smoke producing train goes past.
On the way up, we dropped janis off to VWPaul for her furniture to be installed. Paul was not well and we left her with him with the hope that he would recover soon. We are due to collect her on Thursday evening.
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