A perfect day for it

Another day of brilliant sunshine, and another train ride. We inadvertently got the wrong train, but to the right destination. Ours was a stopping all stations, the other was express. All that happened was we missed our connection and got a later train. That left us time to have a  cup of coffee between trains. Anna has the map and we head out of Headcorn station only an hour later than we thought, heading straight for the country roads. 
No too far out we saw a sign about a tractor rally so stopped to have a look and watched a few tractors come onto the road ahead of us. That was interesting, until someone told Anna there were 120 of them. As they seemed to be travelling at our place we just joined in for a while which no one seemed to mind. Our paths diverged a bit down the road but we passed them again travelling in the opposite direction later in the day.
The countryside is stunning, green and beautiful with picturesque villages just as you would anticipate.  We came into Woodchurch stopping to admire the windmill before de iding on lunch at The Six Bells The adjacent pub had a  catchy name, but there seemed to be no one dining there so we went with the numbers. Turned out just fine,lovely garden to sit in, friendly staff and a good beer ... Timothy Taylor's.  We had plenty of time so added a few miles to our journey to go along the edge of the Romney Marshes. Later we added a couple more miles a time or two when we took an unplanned  turn or two only to return to the right junction.
By the time we go to Sissinghurst Castle to see the famous gardens we were hot and thirsty so tea ahead of anything. As we approached the garden entrance we saw a sign that announced the gardens closed. Anna spoke to the guide nearby telling him that we had ridden 45miles to see them and he kindly allowed us to step inside and have a very quick look. We were just inside when we were accosted by a woman asking if we had tickets, she didnt chuck us out when told that we weren't really going in.  We ran across the courtyard, looked through the gates at Vita Sackville-West's famed white garden, took a couple of guick pictures and departed. We then had a good view of the garden from the other side of the moat as we rode off.
You cannot get lost in England I've decided because you always seem to be able to see the next village and with that in mind it's more like taking an alternative route unexpectedly.  If you are trying to make a train you will probably feel a little differently, as we did. We made the station, but the train didn't come so we got the next one and areived home to a beer and dinner cooked by Ian. A great end to a very good day. Thank you to both Anna and Ian for making it so.