After the headwinds of my last walk, forecasts of 50 mph winds lend weight to a decision to walk anti-clockwise.

Sandwich Bay, pristine and deserted offers up a tantalising footpath through a nature reserve, which swallows me up and leads me to the whipping muddy waters of an impassable estuary.

I am lost – what I think is a Peregrine Falcon looks on impassively.

Three miles back against the wind, feet aching, I trudge into “historic” Sandwich, my Noah’s Ark – Pegwell Bay will have to wait.

Distance: 6 miles (plus 1 when I got lost)