Friday 14 September
Next morning we were woken early by next door taking down their awning. We realised how close it was, as every time he bent down to pull a peg his bum hit the side of our caravan.
So, back to Canterbury park and
ride, into town, and where better place to start than Tiny Tim’s. Morning coffee and cinnamon toast. This time we visited the loo upstairs, to find that it was at the back of a haunted living room.
Then the Cathedral. £11.50
each to get in, heaving crowds, half of whom probably, like us, failed to get in yesterday. Scaffolding and dustsheets over much of the interior. All in all interesting but a bit disappointing. There were some nice gardens and a peaceful
cloister, an old undercroft and crypt, which was being prepared for a service, and of course the monument to Thomas A Becket on the spot where he was slain. Along the side of the high altar were some interesting tombs, but the altar and choir were thronged
with foreign students with their notebooks and phones. There was some impressive stained glass, and at least we could get a good look at that.