We’re in Whitby, which by our list doesn’t have a pier. The residents think it does, however, so at the invitation of the lighthouse keeper of the lighthouse on it we came, we saw, we climbed and flashed at the top of if. We didn’t know there was …
Since hearing it at our first pier, the music of David Essex has been a constant staple of our tour. Hold me Close is favourite, but Rock On too. There’s a bit of a That’ll Be The Day/Stardust vibe to the trip — there’s been times I’ve felt like r…
Midge has just shaved his head, he said he was “looking like a hippy” after a week of growth. Danny’s is looking greased and very rocker, he alternates between shaking it loose near the coast and tying back in the car. Mine is looking fantastic, I…
We’ve pitched our tent up the back of a beer garden, the pub was—I thought until I just checked—the Cock Inn. It’s actually called the Castle Inn, and we picked it due to some punk connection that leap out when we were searching for places to stay…
Possibly the oddest coin-op ever:
On route to Southend, a spin on the M25. Wouldn’t be an English Journey without it.
This has starting to affect me a little bit, can’t shake the bad mood that hit at Gravesend Pier. Herne Bay pier was closed, I really wanted to see the gorgeous 70’s municipal leisure centre. When the lady in the pier committee office showed posit…
Second night of the tour on which we have to camp out. We’ve one pretty big tent for all of us, it’s still cosy inside. Last night I kipped on a mate’s settee, but don’t really feel refreshed. As I left half of my clothes on the Isle of Wight I’m …
Navigating to Southampton pier on our wits and Diet Cherry Coke, we follow signs for the docks and eventually pull up outside. It’s now no more than a thai restaurant, I don’t even bother to get out of the car. We contemplate tearing up our copy o…