In 1985 while living in Dallas, pre-Sweetie and pre-SuperPizzaBoy I bought a round trip ticket to London and a two week rail pass and took off. No hotel reservations, just me and what I could carry. It was my two week adventure and I had lots and lots of fun and saw all sorts of stuff.

In the morning I would go to the train station of whatever town I was in and see where the trains were going. I’d hop on one that seemed likely and then get off when the Spirit led me and just hoped that I would find a place to stay. I always did. I went all over England and Scotland. The people were great. All I had to do was ask and I would get whatever directions, advice, and aid that I needed. Back then the television show “Dallas” was big, even in England and when folks found out I was from Dallas, some would almost swoon. I found the English people to be very nice and polite and very talkative if you got them started.

I stopped in Faversham briefly to get something to eat and look around a bit. A couple of policeman stopped and chatted with me and told me where to go eat and what to go see. They were the friendliest cops I have ever met.

I didn’t take very many pictures. Remember when you had to worry about film? Poor old Al Gore was feverishly working on creating the internet so we could post all sorts of pictures to show each other.

Anyway, everything worked out great. The cops sent me an Italian restaurant where I had a great meal. I walked around and looked at a few places, talked with a few more people, took a few pictures, and got back on the train and went on to London that night.

Anyways I liked Faversham the best of all the places I visited. It didn’t have big cathedrals or museums and I had never heard of it before but it had the nicest people I met on my trip.