It was, in fact, so uninspiring, I forgot to take any picture, so have had to find one on the web. The picture below is fairly representative.
Note the salient points:
- It is bloody flat*
- the grass is all at forty-five degrees - that would be the wind
- The scenery is, by any measure, without any features to make you smile, or even wince.
I have to say, I found my 20 minute drive in forty mile an hour carts absolutely thrilling. I am a bigish chap, so the seat was very snug, but you need that coz the forces at play are pretty extreme. I drive on the road with great caution, so was not sure I would very good at all that driving fast and close stuff, but I turned out to be an absolute animal, carving people up, cutting off their line, and bullying them to the inside line at every bend. I cannot see any career in it for me, but the thrill of that speed just a few inches off the ground and, once courage had improved, taking the long fast bend with all four tyres sliding is something I shall remember for a while. The Maggots loved it too, and were desperate to go again, but we agreed that too much carting makes a man feel prudent, and then goodbye to happiness.
We also have a lovely day in Canterbury, which due to it having some buildings, and very nice ones at that, was a bit less windy. Canterbury Cathedral, even with a charge to enter, was an amazing building, and even had some Tudor connections, so we are able to chalk it up to another on the Tudor trail.
* so flat, in fact, that when they did trenches across fields, which they do a lot to aid water drainage, it being a marsh and all, anyway, when they dig trenches they have to put flashing lights on top of the mound of earth since its height would be a danger to flying craft.