Day 6 Lenham to Boughton Lee’s to Chilham

The day started with me kicking over a dog water bowl under the breakfast table. Ken was embarrassed by my clumsiness as he considers himself more graceful. Uh huh. No pics of the doggies but the spaniel who was there first did not appreciate the golden lab who in turn hated the next black lab intruder. Much barking and chaos ensued! But I guess if you are a pub called the Dog and the Bear, you have to let dogs and bears in. No bears were seen.

We needed another tie down, so we bought a pair of black panty hose, which are working great. And Ken loves how they make his legs look. Insert a Terry eye roll here.

Interesting public footpaths. The bottom is called a drop gate. No clue as to its function.

Lenham Cross War Memorial. Carved through the grass about one inch down to the chalk. How anything grows here is beyond me.

Our Camino shell!

Me: the trail smells pretty, like blossoms. Ken: like my butt? Me: insert massive eye roll here. Also me: seriously questioning my choice of long distance walking partner. And then we came upon this field of blue flowers.

For my fellow Scouters. This was a neat safety idea. The scout was walking by himself but would leave these cards to indicate he had passed this way.

No, Ken, you are not buying a Figaro. Although…on the other hand…I would look cute in it…hmmmmm….

I love these roadside egg stands…and the sign brightened my day.

So few benches…thank you, Ralph!

The fact that there is a plastic bag hanging from the trolley stems from our first bit of testiness. We were hot and tired and Ken was on his “it’s after 12:00 pm therefore the pubs are open” mission. So we walked over a kilometer downhill to a village, only to find no pub and no food. Only a tearoom full of breast feeding new moms having a mom and baby time. Terry found this hilarious. After Ken had fruitcake, we made our way back up the hill finding a small store which sold beer. Which Terry had to carry back up the long hill. Like the queen, she was NOT amused. Ken wants to say he is not at all testy considering he is walking 2000 km out of
his way, when he could just be sitting in his man cave back home.

Love this big old beech trees.

Another shell.

Where are we?

Soybeans

This poplar is determined NOT to die!

Note the blur of yellow racing across the green to the first pub we’ve seen all day – it is about 400 pm and we have not eaten. And Ken’s knee is bothering him. And there are still 10 km to go. Waaaah!

Supper. I pretended it was steak.

Our next Camino angels. We struck up a conversation with Rick and Alex while I tried to call a taxi as Ken was about done and his knee was bugging him. No taxi available. So we were offered a ride…but not before sharing my crisps with Kipper the most adorable “red fox” Labrador who has the absolute best “pleeeeeaase share your crisps with me” guilt inducing stare. This was so much appreciated! The ride, not the guilt. 🙂