Oddly, perhaps, Matt was quite keen to see the white cliffs of Dover before his gig. I’d had the best view from the train whizzing back from Folkestone. “It’s a bit daggy” he said of the town when we caught up at the Maison Dieu. And I guess he’s right. “Look at the cuddly… Continue reading FOLLOWING THE RULES IN DOVER
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A FOLKESTONE FLYER
In lovely Dover, we parked up in the Bluebell, an exemplary Guest House in a less than exemplary area on the Folkestone Road. As the view from the bedroom window shows. While Mrs RM and Matt recovered from Punk IPA/Salted caramel fudge cake respectively, I took the Dover Priory train to Folkestone. Just a flying… Continue reading A FOLKESTONE FLYER
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