From Teynham station past fields of fruit trees laden with fruit and on to the sailing boats of Conyer. From there I walk along a wide grassy track with mud flats on the one side and rows of whispering bullrushes on the other.
Carcasses of sailing boats and other debris litter the banks.
In Faversham I try to visit a friend of a friend who lives in this wonderful tin church but no-one home.
Distance: 12 miles