Despite the rain, fog and mud I was determined to drag husband to see the White Cliffs of Dover. They were more like the Grey Cliffs of Dover… but we saw them anyway!
Sight seeing horsies along the way. They really wanted to see the cliffs as well.
But not as much as husband, who decided a faster way to see the cliffs was by sliding on his backside.
Right next to the ferry port to Calais, France.
Of course we went in there! It was only a shallow cave.
We can officially cross the
Grey White Cliffs of Dover off the bucket list!