Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Conductor, milking time and tall pots.

1. My favourite train guard, spotting my map, quizzed me about what I was up to. I explained that I was planning to take the footpaths from Wadhurst station to work. We chatted for a while about the countryside, and he told me that what he really likes is coastline. His job gives him a free train pass, and he said he uses it travel to all sorts of places. 'Shoreham -- people never think of going to Shoreham. What's there?' he went on to explain that there was a fine beach, some sea locks and that he liked to watch the deep sea trawlers going past. I have chatted to him before, and he strikes me as a natural 3BTer.

2. I walk through a farm -- the front doors of the houses are open, but there is no sign of life (apart from a dog that cannons into my legs) until I come to the cow yard, where there is a great mooing and commotion. It must be milking time. Cats are everywhere -- a biggish kitten races over and then feints back, and a tabby with a stumpy tail.

3. Catching sight of some fine Tudor brick chimneys. The Tudors really knew a thing or two about chimneys, making them very tall and lavishly decorated.

Coffee, right there and advent calendar.

1. The coffee this morning is very tasty. There is no particular reason that we can discern. Perhaps we were just ready for it, and our bisc...