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“The Kodak Girl may have liked living close to the edge, with her modern dress, exposing her ankles, and working that new camera.”
– Trish (below)
Not the White Cliffs of Dover, which you can’t see easily from anywhere on shore. This looks more like the Seven Sisters, near Seaford, almost due south of London, and more than 50 miles southwest from Dover.
– Mike (below)
So I made a playlist for the wonderful fic ‘Flyboys’ by @gefionne featuring time appropriate music! It is both on 8tracks and Playmoss for those who cannot use or prefer not to use 8tracks for some reason or another. Hope you enjoy!
I didn’t miss my first train. (Came pretty close though. I
went to the wrong station orignally.)
I didn’t miss my connecting train. (Not close at all, but
given what happened when I went to Windsor I thought this was a significant
A woman on the second train completely flipped her lid. This
is not an exaggeration. She forgot her rail card and had to pay for a ticket
when the train person who checks tickets (the train employee probably has a
title, but I don’t know what it is) came around. So the woman proceeded to
empty her three bags and purse across four seats and one table to try and find
her rail card. No luck. Then she called everyone she knew to tell them she was ‘pissed’,
‘fucked’ and ‘fucking pissed’. Loudly. The entire carriage could hear her. The
carriages on either side might have been able to hear. She also missed her
stop. So she had to pay for an additional ticket. The phone calls were
I went off map to get to the castle. Pretty sure Google was
going to have me walk along a busy roadway. It would have been less steep, but
not nearly as picturesque as the lovely path I took. I saw all sorts of nature.
Including a woman urinating. Awkward.
The castle was just lovely. I enjoyed it much more than the one
at Windsor. The view of the Strait of Dover was amazing. And the White Cliffs!
Gorgeous. Unfortunately, the Urinating Woman was also at the castle and despite
the size of the grounds, we kept seeing each other. More awkwardness. Then I
saw her exiting a loo. Awkwardly hilarious.
Walking the battlements was my exercise for the week. Hills
and stairs everywhere. One set of stairs was particularly steep and almost
required a leap instead of a step down. The couple in front of me were not
happy. I’m pretty sure they were Irish. As they were doing their best to
negotiate the stairs with a two toddlers and a baby in a buggy, the man said, ‘Only
the fucking English would build stairs this stupid’.
After the castle, I walked through Dover. As I came to
the square (it wasn’t really square) a man with a leer called out, ‘hey there lovely’. I
replied, ‘désolé, no compredre-vous’. Which is not at all correct, but I had to
think fast and as the point was to confuse the man, it worked. He looked
suitably befuddled enough to leave me alone.