Canterbury

At the very last minute I bailed out of a trip to Friston Forest with Mr P and no1 son, who has come home for a weekend of orienteering near Eastbourne, because I got  text inviting me to lunch in Canterbury.  A gentle hobble from the station, several hours in "La Trappiste" with old university friend S and her 3rd husband J.    Train journeys with a book  Much better rest for my leg.  Hobbled past the entrance to Canterbury Cathedral  ( gate circa 1432) pictured but did not go in.