“The Kent Downs rest across a view that dips and dives, dotted with grassy corners that look like hidden fairy castles, in line with points of hilltops which seem like heaven could be reached from them. The footprints of cows, and a silence that gives us an inclination as to why people come up here to think, walk, and feel the wind in their hair; there is summer birdsong, juxtaposed with the hum of the tunnel that shoots through the hill, as the concrete leg-like structure both wraps around the little houses below as protection, and acts as the dominant lifeline between Folkestone & Dover.”