Monday 7 February 2011

Since being in England, I have seen everything from the large city of London, to the smaller cities like Canterbury, to even smaller villages like Lyminge, to the lush green countryside. The variety is amazing and I love the closeness of it all. Peter's parents have been giving us a few books with great walks in them and are very encouraging to try them out. Sometimes while Peter is at work, he'll get emails of maps or routes from his dad with nice walks, runs, or even bike rides. So this weekend we finally tried one of the walks. It was supposed to work out perfectly, as we would be walking from Canterbury to Lyminge (about 13 miles on main roads) where his parents live, and they would give us a ride back. The walk guided us away from the main roads, making it completely picturesque, but also more roundabout than straightforward. We weren't looking for a direct route or anything, and very much enjoyed the adventure. But after about 5 hours into the walk, we'd taken a couple detours, missed a few signs, and were nearly fed up of the strong winds, light drizzle, and feeling like "we should have been there by now" when we were still miiiles away. We also didn't start until about 11am, so by 4 o' clock we'd be starting to lose daylight quickly. So when we finally made our way out through one of the forests we'd got lost in...we walked on until we had cell phone reception and were picked up by his mum. She took us back for a warm cup of tea which was much needed, and after chatting for a bit, were on our way back to Canterbury for dinner with the guys at 7:30. Aside from our frustration towards the end, it was a gorgeous walk with amazing sights of churches, estates, countryside and wildlife--oh! And Shetland ponies :-)























1 comment:

  1. Lindsay you are totally adorable. This is Mrs. Koenig Peter's adopted American mother. Ha I loved your photos and wish the two of you much love, laughter and blessings. Hope your wedding plans are going well. God's Blessings.

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