Aside: Roger has been saying that he's been surprised at how dry London has been this past year. I think he is making fun of the tourists. The weather has ranged from heavy rain with big fat drops to mostly cloudy. The sun has been visible for a grand total of 10 minutes.
After Leeds we headed to Canterbury for the cathedral. The cathedral was partially closed for services, but all that meant was that we got to listen to the choir as we explored the back half. The architecture is amazing. There is something special about a building that has over a thousand years of history. The town of Canterbury has it's downtown done up in Tudor fashion and down one alley we saw a dunking chair over the river.
The drive to dover was uneventful until we got to the road down to the ocean. A narrow winding plummet is probably the best description. Once at the bottom (after being skillfully piloted down by Tam) we went for a walk along the beach - if someone from California can call a pebbly, rocky seashore a beach - to see the white cliffs. Then we found a pub [#3] and saw some amber liquid.
Off to Rye to see a quaint Tudor-style village (and a lot of alcohol jokes). Unfortunately there is no "Church of Rye", but I did get a picture beside the Rye Club. The village is well preserved, but very touristy. We walked down Mermaid lane - the most famous lane in England that none of us had ever heard of - and saw a lot of silly house signs.
After Rye, we drove to Battle (how appropriate), the sight where William of Normandy defeated King Harold to conquer England. Bill's conquest was the last time England was conquered by a foreign foe. After visiting the sight of the battle - now a cow paddock - and the monastery - closed - we retired to a pub [#4] for dinner. We all independently chose steak and ale pie, which was quite good.
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