There are plenty of breathtaking views of this fine county of ours but, I believe, I know the most impressive. One that burns itself into your retina.

Yes, looking down across Canterbury to see the cathedral’s spires reaching for the sky is mighty fine. Yes, the chocolate-box picturesque villages of west Kent can be magnificent and yes, following the gently meandering River Medway - ideally on a kayak - through the likes of Yalding showcases our natural habitat in a way that would melt the harshest of hearts.

But the icing on the county’s cake isn’t just a blend of the historic or our beautiful natural landscape – it’s a combination of both with some good old-fashioned industry thrown in.

And it’s on the A2. Of all places.

The road itself is drenched in history – originally an ancient Celtic trackway, the Romans developed it and used it as a primary, and direct, route linking the coast with London. So it seems fitting that almost at its very end you are treated to a scene so Kentish, it’s hard to fully appreciate it.

Because as you snake down the A2 towards Jubilee Way, you emerge from between the green banks which climb on either side of the road and catch a glimpse of the most dramatic view, in my opinion, Kent has to offer.

Sprawling before you are the blue (ish) waters of the English Channel and, before it, the sprawling jungle that is the Port of Dover.

In itself, the port is not going to win any beauty awards; a concrete maze of roads, lorries, berths and non-aesthetically pleasing buildings.

But it is the juxtaposition of the greenery-lined road emerging into this industrial landscape which is so striking. Time it right and there will be the metallic hulk of cross-Channel ferries arriving or departing. And all this under the watchful gaze of those famous white cliffs.

You are reminded of what a globally significant logistics hub it is - how vital it is, how it is a key link to the continent. And has been for centuries. All wrapped up with childhood memories of happy holidays to France from years gone by before the Channel Tunnel stole so much of its thunder.

You have to actually experience the vista in your car to appreciate it - pictures don’t do it justice.

Better still, as the road continues its decline, you appear to be heading directly onto a ferry before it wraps, dramatically, to the left and you wind your way down to the port’s entrance (or, indeed, towards the town of Dover itself).

The bend provides a sweeping view of the coastline, ringed with the harbour walls of the town’s various terminals. Always something to pull the eye towards; like a magnificent painting edged by those imposing chalk cliffs.

Of course, by the time you’ve arrived at the roundabout by the port, where the A2 finally splutters to a halt, it’s job done, the port, without the elevated viewpoint, loses its impact. In fact, it looks rather uninspiring from ground level.

But nothing can take that raised view you get from it – or, for that matter, from you. Keep an eye out for it next time you’re in the area.