Sunday, June 01, 2008

White Cliffs of Dover

Yesterday went for a walk along the great White Cliffs of Dover. We peered into the hazy Channel and failed to see France, and looked down on the bustling port with ferries continually coming and going.

And we remembered the long history of this town. From Caesar arriving from Rome to invade these isles to Winston Churchill gazing across at occupied Europe as the Battle of Britain raged overhead.

And its position in culture, from Malcolm Arnold's great poem "Dover Beach" to Vera Lynn singing "There'll be bluebirds over, the White Cliffs of Dover"

Then we'd had enough so went home for tea!

2 comments:

tillerman said...

Reminds me of the old British newspaper headline... Fog in the Channel - Continent Cut Off.

JP said...

Absolutely right - how can those in continent get a decent cuppa if they are the wrong side of the channel when the fog is as thick as a London pea-souper!