I decided to take one last decent ride on the Silverwing super scooter as a sort of farewell ride before dumping it at the garage on Friday when I collect
my new bike.
Bimbled along Watling Street (on which I live) which is one of our famous Roman roads leading from London to Canterbury, a place of pilgrimage for
hundreds of thousands of people over the centuries. It is likely that Chaucer's pilgrims used Watling Street to travel from Southwark to Canterbury
in his Canterbury Tales.
Some history of Canterbury is here.
On the way into Canterbury I saw this building.
Turns out to be called Westgate.
After the Cathedral, the Westgate is Canterbury's next eye-catching landmark. It has stood for six centuries on guard over the road to and from
London. Hundreds of thousands of medieval pilgrims, on their way to visit Saint Thomas Becket's shrine, passed through this gateway into the city.
It is the last survivor of Canterbury's seven medieval gates.
The West Gate of Canterbury was originally part of the City Walls. The current gate replaced an earlier Roman one. The gate was built, of Kentish
ragstone, by Archbishop Sudbury and was finished in 1380. Sudbury met a violent end just a year later.
Westgate was used as a prison for many years, has been a museum since 1906 and is well preserved. The spiral access stairway is brightly lit and a
rope handrail guides you safely and easily to the Museum displays and souvenir desk above the road.
On display are guns and armaments, from the Civil War to World War Two, used by the defenders of Canterbury. Prison cells can be visited and there is
replica armour to try on for children. You can see through the murder holes onto the road below and explore the turrets from which there are superb
panoramic views of Canterbury.
The gate is somewhat of a traffic problem, buses and lorries only just fit between the arch.
Good roads west of Canterbury, this is Chartham Road.
This is the view from Ashford Road, Great Stour.
Decided to poodle along to Rye, one of my favourite stopping places, for an ice cream.
This photo was taken about half a mile north of the Brenzett roundabout.
I negotiated the roundabout, heard a slightly odd noise but assumed it was from a truck behind.
About 500 yards further on there’s a monstrous shredding sound, a few screeching lurches and the bike dies.
I worked out that the drive belt had shredded after just 10,000 miles.
They’re usually swapped at 16,000 miles, I think I’ll query that with the garage.
Parked up safely and called the break-down people.
They turned up very quickly and loaded my bike.
So, I never did make it to Rye or get my ice cream. However, I’m safe and the bike is at the garage.
Obviously I’ll have to pay for the replacement belt but the bigger problem is that the bike was due to go in part exchange when I collect my new bike
Wrong. That’s now been put back until Saturday 15th.