The perfect lunch followed.
John Major would have wet himself...church by village green for little old ladies to cycle to, a cricket pitch on the green and warm real ale served at the pub. It was so perfect we suspected it could have been 'Merrie England' at Epcot.
We never made it to the coast. Instead we had a walk from the village and just to add to the general atmosphere of perfection, the bluebells were all out in the woods.
Here endeth the Tourist Information Advertisement for West Peckham, Kent.
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Ah yes, Epcot. I taught an American chappie how to drink his half-yard of ale by twisting it as he gulped. That was after I watched him throw the first one all over himself.
But did you stick around to watch him throw the second one back up?
I have a fondness for bluebell woods which goes beyond anyone's imagination ;-)
Reidski, it was all VERY beautiful wasn't it?
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