The good lady and I have just had a coach trip to the south coast on a booze and baccy trip via the Chunnel, then a quick trip the next day to the flesh pits of the Kent coast.
We had three nights in a hotel, trip to France and taster trips on the coast for £150. Value for m
oney or what.
It was Buggyman on tour. Without the buggy! Or Murphy!
We left the station at Chesterfield Friday AM then travelled to some service station on some far-flung motorway, which was a feeder point for coaches country wide, and boarded coaches for the final destination. We arrived at the M25 circular car park and spent 2 hours moving 10 miles. The only compensation was a clear view of the planes leaving Heathrow and lining up to come in to land. The organisation required beggars my mind, to cap it all they are every nationality under the sun. How do you police that?
Eventually we got to Folkestone it has the derelict air of a Beirut battle ground. The tender ministrations of a squad of JCB's and a wrecking crew would improve it dramatically and that is being positive!
Next morning breakfasted and encoached we hit the Channel Tunnel this is an organised operation the coach drives onto a giant railway carriage. Hundreds of cars, coaches, caravans and mobile homes quickly onto the train and away.
27 minutes later 'Bonjour Francais' totally painless, claustrophobic but painless.
A burst up some French motorway into Belgium for the baccy part of the run, I have never seen so many cigarettes and rolling baccy in my life.
People staggering about with bags full of the weed. One emphasemic old guy had a suitcase full of tobacco (that was larger than him), my thoughts were - that's optimism.
Back to the train via a French 'Meadow Hell' could be a shopping complex anywhere.
Eventually back to Folkestone via the Chunnel, this must be a failing enterprise there were scores of acres of empty car parking. I bet the share holders are crying into their empty dividends.
Next morning encoached we went to Whitstable oyster tasting!!! They can keep that, I won't tell you what it brought to my mind. I had smoked chillied mackerel, the trout can look out on my return, then Herne Bay traditional old style sea side resort very clean!
Finished the day in Dover, intresting, say no more!
Next morning we encoached to return home, then came the highlight of my weekend, travelling on some boring M something or other, a strange bird in the sky. Big, colourful, soaring then I saw it's tail - it was a Redkite - fantastic!
We stopped at some motorway watering hole and as I sat in my wheelchair enjoying my duty free baccy there was another Kite above me. It the did what Kites do, dropping down into the rubbish dump for lunch. Such a beautiful creature with disgusting habits - thats life.
See you
Buggyman
