Last Friday, I was bored. I looked at the pile of pamphlets on my desk like "25 Fun Things To Do in Kent" or "Flying Pig Amsterdam" (don't ask), and the little town of Sandwich caught my eye.
The brochure said Sandwich was "the best preserved medieval city" and I thought I saw something about the ocean. It sounded like a small Cape Cod destination, where you can eat crab sandwiches on the sea.
So I grabbed a friend and went. As we approached some wooded cottages on a river, I asked an old man where the city centre was.
"Sandwich is not a city," he said as he shook his finger at me. "It's a town."
Sandwich's "town centre"
It certainly was. We made our way through "town," looking to eat a sandwich in Sandwich, and encountered pubs, pubs, pubs and a flower shop. Since all restaurants in Britain seem to close from two till six (for siestas?) we tried to look for the sea.
We asked a purple-haired old woman for directions.
"The sea? That's a long way off! We have a river..." she said.
Standoff by the river
So we saw the river...and the town...in about half an hour. We then walked two miles through moorish countryside to an old Roman fort that's now an eroded pile of rocks. On the way, we got chased down by a horse, barked at by dogs and stood feet away from cows. Breathtaking, really.
At "Gallows Field" where they buried people alive
The Roman fort/amphitheatre
We treated ourselves to a well-earned crab cake dinner on the river. We decided Sandwich was a retirement village for wealthy old people driving red porches, and then left. So much for sandwiches...
My friend Angela excited for crab cakes