You wanted eerie, you've got eerie. Weather permitting, leaving Cutty Sark Gardens at quarter to one Friday morning, going to Rochester or Faversham or possibly even Whitstable, or maybe even Dover. Who can tell? This is a recce ride, with no tea stop en route, so bring refreshments. Flaming gas flares, Georgian architecture, two miles through spiders' webs and the eponymous dead kiddies. You know it makes sense....