Saturday 22nd June 2024

Dover has been the scene of many invasions, and many invasions and trip to France and beyond.

This is not the first such rally we have seen, but I think its safe to say, its the one with the most horsepower we have seen.

Your basic Mustang has a 5,0 litre engine, there up upgrades beyond that, and then there are the AC and Shelby built Mustangs.

The internet tells us that the Shelby will get 18 miles to the UK gallon on the highway, not in town.

Which is why all we refuelling at either Tesco or down at the Duke of Yorks.

Pretty much all were shiny, and with rain in the air, many owners were polishing the raindrops out before the grande depart to the port.

We went inside after taking shots, got our stuff and came out, just as the beats were being made ready to leave, with engines with a throaty roar firing up, and low slung muscle cars inching out of the car park.

We were in the middle of a train of cars, two up front and six behind, following the road to the A2 and onto it towards the port.

We turned off to St Maggies while the Mustangs headed to catch their sailings, a weekend drive to around round the Alps.

Not much planned for the weekend. Odd as it may sound, I no longer feel the need to go and see every species in flower in Kent any more, and taking things careful as the knee and ankle get better.

I think this year I have not seen Lesser Butterfly, Heath Spotted, Early Marsh or Burnt Tip here in Kent, nor gone to see the hyper-chromatic CSOs in mid-Kent.

And I can live with that. I do go to see Late Spiders more than any other species, just because they're so rare and special. Even still, I ducted a trip last week to a special spike at a new site, it'll be there next year, I suspect.

Back home we have breakfast, and then I have a morning of cooking to do, so to fill the freezer back up with ready meals.

First I made a large pot of Boston Beans; three tins of haricot beans, onion, tomatoes, pork belly, black treacle and smokes sausage, all in the pot and baked in the oven for four hours until nearly black and thick.

Once that was in the oven, I then made a pot of tagine, with lamb, chicken, fruit, honey, tomatoes, onion and stock, then simmered until the liquid had just about evaporated, before cooking some rice and serving tagine, rice with the last of the focaccia, sliced and toasted.

We ate at half one, just in time to be finished before the football began at two, so I watched games one after the other, the last two with a funk and soul soundtrack rather than the commentary. The Euros will last another 15 days, but not games every day. In fact on Thursday and Friday this week there are no games.

What will we do.