An early drive to Rye in the dark — with thanks to Google Maps for diverting me down narrow country lanes — finds me waiting anxiously for the first bus to The Pilot Inn, my jumping-off point to walk back

I drive down to Hythe before sunrise, keen to get to Dungeness in plenty of time to explore before darkness descends. Unfortunately, I’m trapped in a long tailback of lorries for the Channel Tunnel exit due to my junction being

Leaving Dover on a bitterly cold December morning, we warm up with a steep climb to the Western Heights and explore The Drop Redoubt (1804), part of the extensive defences to protect the port against a French invasion. Although the

It’s farewell to the North Sea as I pick my way around the fishing boats, nets and equipment stacked along the beach at Deal. The English Channel will be my companion for the next few months. The sunrise struggles to

It’s a beautiful, warm morning as we stroll past hundreds of boats moored in Ramsgate Marina, a gleaming mix of vibrant colours. My wife, Jude, has joined me, and we will spend most of the day circling the Sandwich and

Today marks a change of plans. The Saxon Shore Way heads inland. Given my new ambition to walk the entire coastline of Britain (don’t laugh), I’m taking the Viking Coastal Trail and rejoining the Saxon Shore Way at Sandwich. There

Faversham is still asleep as I pick up the trail again from the town pump on a beautiful, clear, crisp November morning. I am excited at the prospect of tracking down traces of one of my childhood Hammer horror film

The sun shines as I make my way along the eastern side of Milton Creek, giving me a dubious opportunity to view the recycling plants on the opposite bank for a second time. The track is easy to follow and

It is a fitting day to explore more marshes, under heavy grey skies and horizontal rain. A good test of my new wet weather gear. The “touch sensitive gloves” immediately fail to get my iPhone to respond. So much for