Tickets, Money, Passport?

So yet another weekend away from London. It wasn't meant to be like this, I didn't mean to abandon my lovely hometown. Though the word lovely doesn't quite seem right, it's a bit twee for sturdy and historic London. Mind you, I've done a fair bit of touristy London recently so the south-east and London town has had plenty of my hard earned pounds splashed about. I must have been feeling a bit guilty though I came home and bought this book. It's great!

Nevertheless I've found myself this weekend on the flattened reaches of Romney Marsh. I learnt all about sloe berries and drank home-made sloe gin, collected elderberries but didn't make any wine, saw cows (see post below), rode on a minature railway and lay on a pebbly beach before eating a ploughmans at the amusingly named pub 'The Butt of Sherry' in downtown Hythe and stayed in a house that dates back to the mid 1500's.

Whilst in Hythe we visited St Leonards, aka The Church with the Bones. 8,000 of them to be precise.