Canterbury Tale

Last Saturday I went to visit an ex-uni friend in Canterbury. The train journey at first seemed to be a bit of a trek: 2hr 45mins with 2 changes, but it actually went very quickly.

So, after meeting the family and checking out the house I'd be staying in that night, we headed out for a beergarden to make the most of the sunshine. And so, at the Bishop's Finger, I had my first pint of Oranjeboom. Great stuff.

For food, we headed over to Pinocchio's and all decided on pizza of some kind. The food was excellent and very reasonably priced, although the Quattro Stagioni didn't have the "traditional" ingredients that are usually served in other Italian restaurants.

That night we went to a houseparty, with the usual: music, beer, playing the trust game (falling backwards to be caught by a complete stranger) while drunk.

The next day I felt like utter crap. However, a full English breakfast and a trip to Whitstable Beach soon sorted me out. I was quite happy to lie in the sun and do very little other than eat Pom-Bear crisps. Meanwhile, Will showed off his skills controlling a Sky Tiger kite in very close proximity to several families with small children. The parents seemed a bit wary about this for some reason.

The journey back was fairly uneventful, and a combination of the previous night's antics with the fresh seaside air meant I slept like a log soon after getting back home.