Leaving Dover, we stopped at a nice park beside the white cliffs and took a little walk. From then we followed the south coastline, stopping in Rye to see the boats stranded in the mud by the low tide and then on again, stopping at the rocky beach in Hastings, and then following the twisty slow roads until we reached Brighton.
Mary Ann snapped photos like mad as we passed the Royal Pavilion and other locations familiar from books. We stopped again at the beach, hoping to get a postal box, but no luck there.
Then we headed towards Salisbury, but the roads were so slow that we finally gave up and stopped in a Hilton in Southampton.
The perpetual story of no internet access continued, although we were able to check our mail by various methods.
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