Morning at the church
The only thing that I actually ever saw of Faversham was the train station and the church which was right on the other side of the tracks across a bridge.
We desperately needed a place to sleep-didn't have any money-and a nice man pointed us in the direction of the church. -And it was a nice place. So we sat our backpacks against the wall, sat down on the grass and went to sleep. It was our first night in England and it did seem a bit weird, but next morning we were greeted by cheery English people coming back from the baker's. It was a very nice way to begin the UK adventure!