Dover End July 2016

I came back to Brighton and the boat with Ronan. There were no trains from Maze hill into town and when we got to Victoria there were no trains for 2 hours to the Sussex Coast. Fuckin’ morons.

Ronan didn’t seem to enjoy his trip , he just wanted to sleep. He had no interest in the pier and none in the pavillion.

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He was supposed to help me get to Dover but just slept the whole morning, smiling only once, when I told him to.

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The cliffs were great and Dover was surpisingly historic ( apart from what they wanted to charge to even see the castle, which, as far as I could figure was full of virtual guides and other shite I have no interest in, so we went to the Drop Redoubt), the Napoleonic fort on the Western Heights instead. lovely day. Breakfast in a cafe next to one of the oldest chandlers in the country, the same cafe, I think that I went to many years ago with Charles Hurst.

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That’s about it for Dover -really shit to sail into but once there it was actually quite nice, I expect that the castle may have been nice too if I wasn’t so mean.

Leaving Dover by myself was also a real pain, although the seas died down after leaving. Motored some of the way to Ramsgate but then put the forsail up and was going 9 knts over the ground thanks to the tide.

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