This is what I did yesterday. Sigh.
With fresh clean kit we decided to brave the mists that had descended overnight and had a pootle down to Hythe front for some sea air.
Just after a mile and a half heading towards Folkestone, we spotted the start of the Royal Military Canal. It seemed rude not to have a canal running away fixture so we did the second half down the grassy towpaths of a waterway built as a defence during the Napoleonic Wars. There were also ducks.