In which the body and bike take a bloody hiding OS Landranger 178 33 Miles Rochester station, at the end of a long and unaccountably bloody day. I mulled over the following. Based on what had just happened should I, indeed could I, do Sheppey? The arguments went like this. Brambles, ash trees, stiles (lots … Continue reading Gravesend to Rochester via the Hoo Peninsular – 2nd October 2018