Click the photos to see the right version.

It's real! We're there!!!

This is England.

Good I said I wouldn't kiss the ground like the pope.

It's wet and cold.

But the white cliffs are present, and we're as eager to leave the area as the truck drivers.

The windows at the end of the tunnels.

A few our later we will be at the other side.

Another songs emerges in my mind.

Remember: Dick van Dyke in Mary Poppins?

'Step in time?'

We went to the hostel and were welcomed by the cleaner.

She called someone else and he wasn't the owner either.

But he gave us a room:

the spitfire room.

No problem with the name.

It was well fitting as my dad flew spitfires too.

The room was as convenient as the places for the RAF men in the spitfires:

2 bunk beds, a loo, and a watertap for cold water.

We left our stuff there, and went for...

fish and chips, and for 2 of us an ice cream.

A rather creative view on the Brexit.

Then we went up the mountain to Dover Castle.

Rain, dark clouds and rays of sun accompanied us.

After parking and paying (far too much for the short time which was left)

We went to the tunnels.

Waited precious time and were guided through the first ones.

Then we decided to go to the hospital tunnels too.

Our two guides were waiting.

We were the only three wanting to see it all.

The one at the right, Caroline, asked us if we wanted the standard tour, with light effects and a recorded voice, or a privatised tour with her explaining things and walking at leisure, because we were the last of the day.

Our choice was the last option.

When we left, we had a new friend, and felt grateful for the good talk and being able to exchange feelings about our RAF family members.

More rain and a lot more to see.

And again those rays...

My dad once said:

When I'm dead, watch the sunrays, I'll greet you with them.'

Well, they were with us the whole day.

The castle itself.

A photo to proof we were there.

But it was closed right in front of us.

So we quickly visited the shop,

and we were told to leave there as they were closing.

People were leaving.

And a handful of people kept walking the premisses.

My son gave me a RAF brooch on the towbridge of the castle.

With just a few people around,

minding their own business,

we were able to look around well,

and imagine how it would have been during the war.

.