….the white cliffs of Folkestone. Doesn’t quite have the same ring to it but that’s where we’re heading tomorrow. We’re booked onto a lovely (read that as pricey) C&CC site which overlooks the cliffs and the channel where I can compose myself and do any last minute research before we head under the tunnel on Saturday.
I am terrified. America would have been a breeze compared to this. I don’t want to be the dumb ass English person who can’t speak the language or doesn’t understand how things work. My biggest worry is ‘What if I hate it?’ What then when I don’t want to be English or even associated with a country that has gone to the dogs? Maybe that will spur me on into blending in and living the life.