There were more of us on Thursday than on any other day. We were joined by Nigel, my father's friend, Kathryn's teacher, High Sheriff of Kent, and all round lovely guy. He also happens to be a fairly physically fit guy with tight deadlines to meet, so he led the "fast track" group leaving another group to plod along afterwards. My sister and I were in the second group.
We started in Hollingbourne which is only a small village and were soon in beautiful countryside. Peter and Sally did the first couple of miles but just missed out on meeting this monk who was
taking a rest on his way to Canterbury. According to local legend (or at least according to my mother) no one knows who put him there.From then onwards the fast group zoomed away, getting to Charing in time for an early lunch. Juliette, Connie and I took it slower giving time to take in the scenery and have a good gossip. It must have been about 11.30 when we got to the cross on the hill and then it was on to Charing and the countryside between there and Wye. It all brought back lots of memories for us sisters and we talked endlessly, but I hope included Connie too.
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