It's fair to say that last night in Dover was without doubt the lowest point of our adventure. What a sad, lonely, broken town! And it really made us question why we are staying here instead of packing up and running for home.
Well that may still be what happens if our travel insurance requires it after the scans next Tuesday. But for now we got as far away from Dodgy Depressing Dover as we could and have treated ourselves to a night in the Marriott at Swindon on the way to Wales.
What a world of difference. Words simply cannot describe it. And not a shifty East European accent anywhere.
Excuse me while I order another Jack Daniels...
... I think the jacuzzi is a tad too warm, don't you?