The journey to Folkestone was swift and efficient. I left Birmingham International at 6:40 in the morning, dashed from Euston to St Pancras and caught the high speed "Javelin" train, arriving in Folkestone at 9:15. From the station, I made straight for the broad stretch of green at the top of the cliff known as "The Leas". It was cool, but the sun was shining, as it did throughout my walk.
|Railway arch to the harbour|
A short meander around the old streets of the upper town, listening to the sound of the bells of St Mary and St Eanswythe and I passed under the low railway bridge that once served the boat-train service, now long gone. I passed under the bridge to the Quay (0945 - 1 mile), lined with attractive buildings but not at all commercialised. The only concession to the tourists was a seafood stall. The large harbour itself was empty except for a few leisure craft riding at anchor.
|Hurricane at Capel Ferne|
|The Grand Shaft|