No sooner had the BRAPA feet touched down on the firm ground of Maidstone for the first time in my life, I was straight back out the other side to the arguably more life-sapping town of Ashford.
It was Sunday, day 2/6 in Kent, and with limited bus services, today wasn't the time to try and be too clever. Or so I said at 10am.
Ashford International was the name of the railway station, which makes it sound a lot more exotic than the reality. I found too many Kent towns this week blighted by an over abundance of through-traffic, not enough bypasses, and aggressive impatient drivers. Ashford was the epitome.
But it had a GBG 'Spoons. And where there is a GBG 'Spoons, there is hope. Sort of. At least I could get off to a pre-noon ticking start.
|Blind Sooty - just like an outdoor loo, always a sign of quality|
|All tidy again!|
Back at the bus stop, and I notice the bus has now disappeared entirely off bustimes.org live tracker. Also disappeared was pink fluorescent lady. Had it arrived and she'd hopped on, or had she made other arrangements?
Finally, a bus does turn up, but it was an Ashford one. That wasn't all bad, because it was passing another pub I needed. I'll tell you all about that, their Facebook sulk, and my first two Maidstone ticks in Part 3 coming up tomorrow, unless the new GBG arrives which still looks very unlikely at this stage.
Sleep tight, Si