I had planned to explore Olde Canterbury today, but the wevva made that impossible.
Actually, that charming little Falstaff Hotel provided me with the worst night of lack of sleep I have ever had in a guest room anywhere.
My room was next to a footpath and, being a holiday weekend, the young and restless were up to their games right outside my window until the early hours.
The traffic noise was horrendous and the elephants upstairs didn't stop jumping around until 3am. All-in-all a terrible night for an expensive room.
So I arrived tired and checked out tired.
After speaking to the manager ...
... who owns this, I did receive profuse apologies and a discount.
And a free beer and coffee!
Nice drop too.
Big rain storms arrived, so I sat in the Reception area (only location where I could get WiFi) and did some homework.
I met their security guard and looked around.
Sadly, it was far too wet to explore the city and too congested also.
I did catch a glimpse of the Cathedral, but the traffic did not allow me to get near it.
Pity.
So I bit the bullet and hopped onto old 'Bluey' and headed along back-roads towards Royal Turnbridge Wells.
I arrived there soaked to the marrow and checked many places which had 'no vacancies'.
I suspect, with some of those places, it was my bedraggled appearance that created the 'no vacancies'.
So I bit another bullet and headed into Battle, where I am now ensconced in a friendly, warm and inexpensive B&B.
Gloria is already drinking my room fee!
I road the backroads in an attempt to get away from the traffic which was splashing torrents of water as they progressed towards and past me on the A roads.
What a pity the weather was gloomy, because what I rode through today must look delightful on a sunny day.
I retreated to a bus-stop shelter to check my GPS.
There was local flooding and many roads had streams flowing across them.
However the foul weather didn't stop this event.
While checking around RTW I spotted this, which one doesn't see too often.
So I'll be here 2 days, mostly to dry out my ridng gear, but also to go back to this little place for a very special, for me, reason.
Little Penhurst church.
Also to explore Battle, which looks like an intriguing place.
And I've already met some friendly and unpretentious people there!
Now 'fingers crossed' because I had my first little mishap today and hope to revive my Montana which slipped through my wet fingers
and fell onto a footpath, suffering concussion.