An early start meant that we could take the direct route through London without getting snarled in traffic, enabling us to be at Chiddingstone in time for the 11 a.m. Castle opening time.

There was no point attempting the cross-London route in the late afternoon so it was time to tangle with the trucks on the M25. As is apparently typical (I don’t go there often) the M25 was crawling for quite a long stretch so I had no problem keeping up with the flow.
What a busy place, though; the roads are certainly very different from when I first started out in 1950.
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