I did my morning yoga in the cornfield on top of the High Rocks. The sun was shining strong and all I could see was blue sky, gold field, green trees. I realised I would like nothing better than to go to the beach. Back at the van Pete and I studied the map. A vast expanse of nothing showed around the beaches near Rye, usually a good sign.
We stopped to buy raspberries and plums from a stall by the road. Raspberries are amazing, how could I have forgotten? We scoffed the whole lot straight away.
We found free internet at the library in Rye and I set about typing up some of the mountains of words I have already written since hitting the road. We found a health food shop too and spent a small fortune. Luxury vegan food items are hard to find in France. We ate chips near the castle and headed back to the van.
Camber is only three miles from Rye and it’s maybe the nicest beach I have ever been to: rolling sand dunes, huge flat expanse of yellow-white sand and quite empty really on a hot Monday afternoon.
I left Pete to snooze and went for a leisurely swim, singing songs I made up out loud as the waves lifted me. Nobody to see or hear me.
Nowhere to park up by Camber so we drove out to a lane a few miles away and here we have parked in a layby by another yellow field, where I have just finished practicing yoga, much to the amusement of passing cars. It’s another scorching day. Today we will go to Calais.