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Where’s the Bluebirds?

Every time I hear “Dover” the line from this golden oldie pops into my head…….

There’ll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover
Just you wait and see
I’ll never forget the people I met
Braving those angry skies
I remember well as the shadows fell
The light of hope in their eyes
And though I’m far away
I still can hear them say
Bombs up…
But when the dawn comes up
Therell be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover
Just you wait and see
Therell be love and laughter
And peace ever after
When the world is free
Just you wait and see… Vera Lynn

No idea where the bluebirds come from, there are certainly none of the feathered kind. Not blue ones anyway…… there are lots of seagulls though, as Mike can attest, the splat didn’t quite miss!!!!

We arrived via train (post to follow on that) and enjoyed a short taxi ride through scenic Dover and lots of ”lorries” heading for the ferries. Our quaint little B&B Loddington House Hotel, situated on East Cliff Rd is a perfect spot to explore Dover and catch the ferry, as it is literally walking distance to the terminal.

The row of tall, skinny 4 storey houses overlook the ocean and the cliffs, as they are

The cliff top walk is not surprisingly very popular, being such a contrast to the bustling port below, here there are songbirds aplenty, blackbirds, finches, thrushes and multitudes of sparrows, there melodies competing with the raucous cries of the gulls. Giant stands of cow parsley attract butterflies, bees and ladybugs, the cliffs support something else as well. Little piles of pellets take me back to my childhood & my pet rabbits. It is peaceful, yet

The Port of Dover

noisy, the traffic flows in and out of the port, the announcements drift up in English, French and German, giving us a taste of things to come.

Hunger drives us back down and we head west into town in search of food! For a seaside town it seemed surprisingly quite for eating choices, after a abortive entry into a pub in search of food we ended up at “il Rustico”

What a find…….. we were initially the only patrons, rather surprising considering the quality & standard of our food. The calamari was perfect and the Casa Belle Pizza was out of this world…… a pre-taste of true Italian food maybe. We rounded off our meal with the house special…. Cheesecake! By this time we had made firm friends with our waiter Johnnie and he said he “would make it special for us” he did…… a generous dash of Amaretto drizzled over a feast for the taste buds and the eye! Yummie!

Fresh sea air, good food and lots of exercise, equals a good night’s sleep in a very


comfortable bed. We woke refreshed and ready for a good English breakfast, no disappointments there!! Yes this was definitely better than staying in Kings Cross and catching the “chunnel”, after all I have always wanted to visit Dover!

About the author: Michael was born under a wanderin’ star. He is an Engineer who became an explorer, a photography bug, and hack traveller writer with the propensity to be snarky. “Retired” in 2012 at the age of 44, he and his wife Yvonne travel and house sit around the globe on a full time basis. Michael’s goal is to share the process of escaping the rat race, exploring the globe, and some of the experiences along the way.

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