DAY 7: Calais to Canterbury (Hampton by Hilton Canterbury)
I forgot to say that we went out for dinner last night to a posh French restaurant around the corner from the B&B. We weren't greeted particularly warmly and when the waiter realised we weren't going to order aperitifs, I think he gave up on us completely. At least, the food was pretty good, although we didn't quite get what we meant to order. Jim started with a fish soup and an enormous empty bowl was plonked down in front of him. It was the size of a dinner plate. The waiter soon returned with a steaming tureen of soup clutched under one arm and proceeded to ladle out six big scoopfuls of soup. They just kept coming! Fortunately, Jim said it was quite tasty - and they gave him lots of things to put on it and dip in it - grated cheese, different types of bread, salt (but no pepper). Then the waiter came out again with a literally four foot high pepper grinder that he proceeded to sprinkle the soup with. We could hardly keep a straight face. I thought I ordered risotto...