Monday, 30 November 2009

I know all there is to know about the waiting game!

And so we were called into the canteen this afternoon and told us that three of us got jobs, not me, and the rest of us would in effect be taking part in a death match for possible other jobs.

So, the Box Factor is about to begin soon, details to follow.

In the meantime I have begun to apply for other jobs in the area. Going through this for a minimum wage job just sucks, peeps.

Every Day is Like Sunday

The obvious title:

And so to Sunday, and it was as wet and wild as forecasted, or nearly so. The sun did break through on occasion and the cloudy sky was interesting and ever-changing.

After breakfast, I settled down to watch Match of the Day repeat on TV and then did some stuff around the house before we hopped in the car to drive down to the beach.

Sitting beside the beach in St Margaret's Bay whilst listening to Dessert Island Disks has rapidly become something of a tradition since we moved to the countryside/village.

And this week it was something special, as a certain Manchester miserablist had agreed to take part; yes, one Stephen Patrick Morressey was going to open is life to us, the curious.

Every day is like Sunday (reprise)

As the show went on, I got the impression of an actor playing a part; part of me hopes he is a hell-raiser, meat-eating lothario in Los Angeles, and this singer/pop star is just an act. He certainly gave serious thought to most of the questions, but did let the odd detail out. One good quote was, I am not an island, except emotionally!

His choices of songs were pretty predictable; New York Dolls, The Stooges, The Ramones, Marianne Faithful, Nico and a slightly left-field shot to finish, Mott the Hoople.His book was the works of Oscar Wilde and the luxury item was a bed.

All the time, the wind blew, the waves crashed and the rain fell. We had a cuppa from the tea stall and a slice of fruit cake as well.

We then went home and had lunch, quite what I can't remember now, and then Jools went to the shopping centre near Ramsgate whilst I stayed in and made sure the football was watched.
I did feel guilty that I spent most of the rest of the day watching various football games, but then the weather was rubbish and so there was not much else to do.

We had steak pie, roast potatoes, cauliflower and broccoli with lashings of gravy for dinner, all great stuff. All washed down by a good red for me and a rose for Jools.

Sunday, 29 November 2009

A slightly longer weekend

Work last week was not so bad, I had the job to sort through our sample store, removing boxes that were more than two years old. Not a taxing job, but it made a very pleasant job and time went by very quickly. And much to our surprise the factory manager decided to close the factory on Friday afternoon, and so just after one in the afternoon we all left work for a nice afternoon off and the whole weekend.
She did take me to one side to say that she would speak to me on Monday, I guess about the job, but gave no hint to which way it might have gone. So, the wait goes on for another couple of days at least.

Anyway, on the way home I went to Tesco to get the shopping out of the way. I even remembered most of the stuff on the shopping list, which was at home, and be home in time for two o'clock and most of the Simon Mayo show and Mark Kermode's film reviews. A good result.

That evening was the monthly quiz at the Dover Harbour Board Social Club; after leading most of the evening, we slipped to forth by the end of the sixth round. But hey, it was fun enough.

And so Saturday, I got back to the photographing Kentish churches thing, first of all to Betteshanger, once home to a mine in the Kentish coalfield. The church is in the grounds of a minor public school, and is quite delightful. The early morning sun was catching the flints in the stonework, and was really pleasant. Sadly, it wasn't open, but we wandered around the churchyard taking in and wondering about the possible stories that lay behind, and now forgotten, the stones.

Northbourne School Church; formerly St Mary the Virgin, Betteshanger

And then to Great Mongeham, another wonderful church, tucked behind some new houses, but delightful too. More shots taken, and we stand and take in the scene with pheasants making a racket in the woods behind. The sky was deep blue and the sun quite warm.

We then head to Pegwell Bay for a walk along the mudflats. The light was wonderful, and the tide well out. People were out with spades and buckets, digging for lugworm.In the distance, waves broke on the edge of the flats. On the horizon a white ferry headed for Ramsgate. We headed to the abandoned Hoverlloyd hoverport, now being taken over by nature. The wind whistled around us, but the wading birds seemed oblivious to us and continued to search in the mud for food.

Tippi Hedren didn't like the view from her holiday home!

Back home to listen to the football on the radio, and then settle down to watch Norwich play in the FA cup on the computer; a wholly unsatisfactory experience, as the feed kept buffering and Norwich lost.


Wednesday, 25 November 2009

Let me intoduce me to our cats.

The comeback kid

Sulu is the oldest of our three. He is 18 going on 19, mostly deaf, probably blind, but with a sense of smell so keen he can smell a slice of ham from the bedroom when I'm making a sandwich downstairs in the kitchen.
He has an underactive thyroid and possibly liver cancer, or something growing there. He survived a nasty nose-bleed incident at the weekend, but is better now after a course of anti-biotics.
He is almost always hungry, and loves food of all sorts including beans and cheese; loves to sleep and sit on anyone's lap.

Now look into my eyes; you are going to feed me now.

Little Girl; AKA Stumpy; AKA Squirly Girly has several names, as you can tell. Jools has had her since she was a kitten, and I guess she is now about 12 or 13. She is a little eccentric, runs away when food is coming, is shy, loves to be brushed, dribbles when she is being stroked.

Stumpy decides that she is not going to act her age today

Oh yeah, we also call her Teddy Bear on occasion, no wonder she is confused at times.

Those cute lessons have been paying off!

Molly and I have been together since I took her home from the RSPCA home. She was so shy, she would not eat until she was stoked. She grew happier and bolder, and was a lively thing for a house cat. She used to sit on the window sill waiting for me to come home from work, and was a local landmark.

Molly as a kitten

When I went to sea, Molly came to Kent to live with Jools and her cats. She is now an outdoor and independant cat, and loves to hunt and bring us gifts of small dead mammals. And frogs.

The Incredible balancing Cat

Everything is on her terms, but can be cuddly when the mood takes her, and she loves to sleep on the end of our bed when she gets the chance.

Sulu the Wonder Cat

Cat Porn

Molly as an adult


You keep me hanging on

Jools has pointed out that many of my blog titles are also record titles, and who am I to disappoint?

I was told by my boss/sister-in-law that I have a two day reprieve and will have a job now until Tuesday evening at least. There is no chance of a post for me in the QA dept, which is a shame. In truth work has fallen right off to be honest, and today I had an hour with nothing to fill other than to do some internetting, and so I knew this time was coming.
I am still waiting to hear about the job which I had the interview for. I don't know if I'll get it, I live in hope, and to be honest even a job that pays minimum is better than claiming the dole. And I do enjoy working there, honest.

Other than that, life goes on; we get up, go to work, work, come home have dinner and go to bed. And then the weekend arrives and time flies by and next thing it's monday again.
Special thoughts to my oldest online friend, Dawn, who is going to lose her job after voters in her town decided to not pay more in taxes than have libraries, or have less anyway. Every day I hope that I will read in her blog that the local council in Colorado has changed it's mind, but apparently not. The short-sightedness and political dogma showed in this is just shocking.

And here in Britain, the 5th inquiry into the Iraqi invasion and war began yesterday, and we live in hope that this will not end in another whitewash and that our glorious ex-leader will be brought to book for lying to parliament and the British people.

We're not holding our breath.

Sunday, 22 November 2009

a memorable weekend

We came home from work on Friday night to what looked like a small massacre on our bed; we have a white duvet cover, and it was pretty heavily splattered with blood. We though a small animal had met it's end. We put the bedding in the wash and made dinner.

Some time later, Jools noted that Sulu had blood around his nose; and it was dripping. Wrse than that, he was sneezing and blood was going everywhere. We thought maybe he had an accident or something, and tried our best to clean him up and it seemed to get better.

Castle Street, Dover

Saturday morning there was loads of blood on his bedding, but the bleeding had stopped. We went to Tesco and onto the butcher in Preston to stock up on stuff. When we got back home there was more blood and Sulu could not stop sneezing. We called the vet and got an almost immediate appointment.

We had looked up the symptoms on the internet, and it did not look good; odds were it was another tumour, and it would be bad, bad news. We drove Sulu into Dover with heavy hearts, the vet confirmed our worst fears, but but said it might not be that, lets try with some anti-biotics first and see what happens.

We came back and Sulu was in a bad way. The vet gave him a shot when we left, but he was not well, blood dripped from his nose all afternoon and into the evening. He found sleep impossible, but at least was still eating well.

This morning, the blood was all gone, and he was breathing fine. Although this is not an all clear, this indicates it was an infection after all. We have treated him specially today, a few treats and licking our plates clean.

Langdon Bay

Other than that; not much else to report. Yesterday afternoon we went to the national Trust's place on the white cliffs to enjoy the gale blowing and look at the rough seas. I took some shots, of course, but we decided to have coffee back home rather than have a drink out.

We went into Dover to the library to see a couple of online friends of mine launch their book on local history; needless to say, I took a shot to record the moment. They have done well to have their work published by a good company. We bought a signed copy, maybe to give to my father-in-law for Christmas.

Those cute lessons have been paying off!

We had curry for dinner; a self cook one from Tesco; not as good as from a proper curryhouse, but a quarter of the price.

Today, the weather once again blew, but the rain was not as heavy as forecast, and so we went for a walk on Sandwich beach, which much to my anger is private, or the land approaching it is, and we had to pay a ludicrous price to drive across it; just to say we had been. Anyway, we walked along the beach as the tide was coming in, and then went back to the car before the rain came to sit and listen to Dessert Island Discs on Radio 4.

Then off the in-laws and I managed to fix their TV and cable box, which means they don't have to get new equipment after all. Back home and an afternoon in the kitchen; it's Jools' birthday tomorrow and she cooked three spicy pumpkin cakes to share with the folks in her office. I made sausage rolls with the garlic flavoured sausage meat from the butcher; and then we shared the work in making a huge pot of stew for next week.

And now, I am sitting here with the cats watching NFL on TV; The Colts somehow win in Baltimore and now We're in denver. Although I won't see the end of that game as it will be too late.

Friday, 20 November 2009

We have ways of making you talk

So, I had the interview.

They asked me what my last job was; I replied that I was a geophysical engineer. Or was. And then, of course, spend 5 minutes describing what it was I actually did. Their glazed looks showed they were impressed. Or bored.

Why did I leave my last job? Easy, company went bust; there's a lot of it around.

And why did I want a job on minimum wage in the factory? I think I answered that ok; I don't like going to sea.

So now the waiting begins. Oh well.

At least it's the weekend and i can forget about boxes and the stuff for a couple of day. I know that many people have it worse than me, us, and we still have options and choices.

The wind will bow again and rain will fall; another wonderful autumnal stormy weekend, hopefully with more looking at rough seas and crashing waves. Maybe taking in a local football game tomorrow afternoon if the weather stays calm and dry.

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

'Tis the season

As I have mentioned before, they do have a radio station piped in at work; I believe it's called Heart FM, and it is rubbish. They have such a narrow range of music programed, it almost wants me to scream when Simply Red or Michael bloody Jackson comes on again. I have heard more Spandau Ballet, Duran Duran, Take That and the such to last me a lifetime.
However, Monday November 16th was declared the first day of Christmas apparently. As we walked into the factory, The Fairytale of New York was blearing out. Now, in my mond that is the second best Christmas song of all time, but hearing it in November is a little surreal to say the least.
And since then we have had a yuletide hot on the hour, every hour, or so it seems. Not many people at work seem to like this, so I adopt my best Santa voice and go 'Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas!' Usually met with quite a rude response.

This, in my mind, is the best Christmas pop song of all time.


I have been told, again, that my time at the factory may be coming to an end. I have been given until the end of next week in the QA dept, after that, who knows? I have an interview tomorrow for a job on the production line; it's not the job I have been hoping for, but it would be a job, and would mean that we would not need another car to go to different places of work.

So, maybe tomorrow I may be asked as to why I want to work with boxes, I may have an answer for them. I hope so. So many other people who have worked there all summer are going for the one job; should I get it? At least that is not my decision. I can offer them all sorts of skills; maybe they'll see that and give me a chance.

There would be other choices, at the moment I can't see them; but out of the blue the other day, I got a phone message offering me the possibility of a job back offshore; that fell through, but it shows that that industry is coming out of a very slack period, if I want to do that.

I have gotten used to working at the factory, and have made some friends and actually enjoy going into work each morning; I've not felt that for some time.

We'll see how things pan out; either I'll get the job, or not.

Tuesday, 17 November 2009

Stormy Weekend and other stuff

By the time Friday evening came round, the pressure of dropping me off and then Jools going to look after Nan was getting hard to bear; not that she or I resented that, but after a hard days work, it was hard work again. And so Friday night, on the eve of her parents return, she fed Nan and came back. and so we had and evening together. Although we were both tired, it was great to sit on the sofa listening to music and just being with each other.

The promised storm arrived with much huffing and puffing on Saturday, and after I went to Tesco and Jools to see Nan and give her her breakfast, we headed back home, had flavoured coffee and hot butter croissants before heading down to St Margaret's Bay to see the waves crashing up the beach and the ferries struggling to get into Dover.

Stormy St Margaret's Bay

The light ever changed and as I had my cameras with me, I snapped away to my hearts content.

Stormy St Margaret's Bay

Back home for lunch of toasted cheese sandwiches and then me settle down to watch an afternoon of sport; mainly international football, but some rugby too. The wind howled outside, and the rain poured down. We lit the fire and piled up the logs on the fire, we sat the evening through watching the flames eat the logs and loving the crackles as each knot burned.

Sunday dawned grey and windy, but with the promise of sun later. Perhaps. A few weeks ago, when Andrew and myself went to the Bluebell Railway, we had passed through Hastings, and I thought it had photographic potential. And so we drove out to Ashford and then south west across the Romney Marsh to Rye and then along the coast to Hastings. The rain stopped, and some kind of brightness was in the air.

We parked the car and Jools realised that she had forgotten her jacket, and as the wind was keen, there was no other way than for her to go and buy a new one. Whilst she found the shops I wandered round the abandoned fun fair and in-between the fishing fleet grounded on the stony beach.

Hastings pier

I came to the Maritime and Fisherman's Museum; all around were these wonderful tall wooden sheds, called net shops, where nets and fishing tackle were hung up to dry so not to rot. But now looking like some Tim Burton-esque film set with old fishing boats laying between them.

The Net Shops, Hastings

Jools called that she had her coat, and we arranged to meet back at the car and then find somewhere to have a cuppa and maybe a bit for brunch. Across the main road, we saw a narrow high Street, and there was a great little place where we ordered coffees and then pancakes with lots of maple syrup and bananas for Jools and bacon for me.

It was just what we needed, and once full of coffee and pancakes we headed off up the promenade to see the pier and a wonderful art deco building I had spied. The wind blew, but we wrapped ourselves up and loved walking and people watching.

The down ramp

The pier is closed now and in a sorry state; it looked like it might fall down after what looks like decades of neglect. But I took pictures; many pictures. South of the pier is a double-decked promenade bult in the 30s, and still impressive. It provided some great lookouts and picture opportunities.

Hastings Pier

We made it to St Leonards and the Marine Court; I dutifully snapped it; the light was perfect and I got some great shots; or I think so!

Marine Court, St Leonards-on-Sea

And so we turned round and walked back to the pier. The skies grew dark and we took shelter in a hotel bar and I had a wonderfully warming winter ale; and the rain hammered on the window.

The shower passed; and we headed out back to the promenade and for me to take more pictures. we ended back at the museum, and found another cafe and had tea and chips; just what we wanted.

And as the light faded, we got back into the car and headed back for Kent and home.

Thursday, 12 November 2009

All by myself!!!!

Not as bad or as tragic as it may sound; Jools is away at her Fathers' looking after her Nan whilst Tony and his wife go up to Bolton for her Mother's 90th birthday. Hope you got that.
So, each night Jools drops me off at home and then heads to Whitfield to look after Nan, whilst I entertain myself and the cats here.

The week has flown, but I do find it hard to send myself to bed, and have been staying up to near midnight, one night looking for obscure 80s music on youtube. And then there is the whisky; I'm not a huge drinker, but whisky seems to wake me up for a while and drives me to find or play song after song after song.

Tangmere at Dover

Last night I had the car for a while as a steam locomotive was passing through Dover, and I went down to the station to take some shots, which came out rather well. Although it was a long chilly wait until it huffed and puffed into the station.

Tangmere at Dover

I snapped away, and go some great shots, low light with blurred steam and smoke. And then back home, pizza in the oven and washed that down with an ice cold beer, whilst the cats watched.

I have an interview at the factory next week for a permanent position, so fingers crossed for that. More news as I get it.

OK, just one day to go and then the weekend!

Tuesday, 10 November 2009

Repackage; resell.

We have just made a couple of box sets for the record company of a certain Mancunian miserablist where they have repackaged the first fourteen singles by this artist into two box sets.

They are two very nice boxes, and the singles when they are put in will look very wonderful. But the fact remains that these are all old records, albeit on vinyl, songs that have been issued, reissued, remixed, mastered apparently hundreds of times before.

Maybe the record industry would be in a better state if they found out some new talent rather than selling us songs and records we already own. How many times do we need copies of our favourite records? Remastered; the 20th anniversary edition, the 25th anniversary edition; the legacy edition; the de-luxe edition; and so on and on and on.

There is great music out there, and it out there if we hunt for it; so why can't the majors? In years gone by they would release hundreds of singles and albums that might or might not be hots, but they tried. And then they realised they could sell us shiny silver discs to us of stuff we already owned, and it was easier and a better stream of income than risking it on some bright new home from 'up north' or somewhere else.

But they will run out of things to sell us again, audio fidelity will reach to point where to go any further would be pointless. One day they will wake up and realise that there are only so many editions of Rumours any one person needs; only so many out-takes and alternate versions.

But I'm not holding my breath.

The Uncertainty Principle

It is Tuesday evening, and as far as I know I will lose my job on Friday. At the moment I am covering for Pete's week on holiday, and when he comes back on Monday I will be surplus to requirements.
It is hard not to think of this as I do my rounds daily, and what is going to happen next. I have applied for a couple of permanent jobs there, but I am fairly sure they won't offer me either, I'm not experienced enough to be a 'team leader' or have not done box making as such.
So, I am working the week out and getting the job done in a professional manner as possible and still they seem to be pleased with my work; and in truth I do like it there, although the job can be a pain at times, negotiating problems out when not everything is black and white, but I have made friends and manage to have a few good conversations as I walk round the factory doing my inspections.

Jools is looking after Nan this week; she is having to stay at her Father's house, as Nan staying here is a non-starter; and so once Jools has eaten, she leaves and it's just me an them cats.

Talking of which, them sleeping on the bed is not going to happen after last night; meows, purrs, my nose being licked, Sulu being sick, some poor animal's kidney just outside the bathroom, and all of them being hungry from about half past midnight. And I need my sleep, and so I will be going to bed, alone!

Monday, 9 November 2009


In the summer of 1989 a survey-taker asked me when I thought the Iron Curtain and the Berlin Wall would come down. I said something like 40-50 years. Of course, I was a little out.

The signs that it was about to come crashing down were there, but I think we were all concerned with Madchester and the suchlike. Anything except the Soviet Bloc was about to collapse.

I remember watching it on TV, eyes wide open with shock. But only now, hearing people who had lived in the east, what they thought of it. On reflection, I think this is the most important event in my lifetime, causing so many changes in the way the defence of our country and it's actual raison d'etre.

Lets hope that we never see things like the Iron Curtain and the Cold War again, when both sides were poised to hurl multi-warhead nuclear weapons at each other.

All quiet on the Dover front

OK, I'm having trouble in giving these blogs an original name, during the week it's all about boxes and work, and at weekends it all the other stuff that work makes possible.

Except this weekend, I was just so worn out on Friday night, and into Saturday, that after battling the evil of Tesco. There was the chance of heading out into the countryside for more church and pub pictures, but in truth I felt like having a quiet day.
My team, Norwich, were on TV playing the might of Poulton Rovers in the first round of the FA cup. Although it should have been easy, the cup sometimes throws up surprises, and nothing could be worst than being on the end of a shock result live on TV. In the end, City ran out easy 7-0 winners, and so I could relax and listen to the Premiership games on the radio.

We sat down and watched a TV documentary all evening on the history of the Berlin Wall; it was very good and full of eye-witness accounts and archive footage. And the suddenness of its fall.

Sunday morning we got up fairly early for another Flickrmeet, this time nearer to home in Deal; and the plan was to meet up on the pier early for breakfast. Breakfast being sausage, bacon, beans, mushrooms, toast and tea. And we got to share it with our friends and swap news.

Deal Flickrmeet 8th November 2009

Once again the weather wasn't very good, cloudy with a chill wind, we wandrered around the familiar streets of Deal, me snapping away, before the cold got to us and the thought of a nice pint of ale whilst sitting beside an open fire won through.

Deal Flickrmeet 8th November 2009

And we were the first ones to arrive in the Kings Head and settled down in soft chairs and supped deep golden autumnal beers as our friends arrived one by one.

We went home for lunch, instead of eating out, and so we left our friends and headed the short drive home for toasted cheese sandwiches and a large cuppa whilst watching more football.

And that was our weekend!

Thursday, 5 November 2009

Another week nearer Christmas!

Sorry to spring that one on you, but it's true. Seven weeks I think it is, how scary is that? What I mean is that it seven days since I last wrote down what has been going through my brain and what is happening in our life.

So, in no particular order:

Nan is back home; she was discharged from the care home this morning, and is now back in the bungalow of no conversation, or that is what it should be called. Anyway, we are all so glad she is well enough to be allowed home, and now hopefully, she can get better and even be playing bowls in the near future.

Sulu is still with us; the vet's assurance that he was at death's door back in March now seems overly pessimistic to say the least. That he is obsessed with food, and anyone in the kitchen is pounced upon with fervour not seen since the Manic Street Preacher in Life of Brian. That he would rather beg us when we are cooking than eat the food in his dish seems odd to say the least. But, he seems full of life and happy enough.

Our 'Indian summer' has ended, although no frosts yet. The big blow that was forecast last weekend was not quite as bad as promised. The trees are losing their leaves, however, and soon enough they will be bare. The moon for the past few nights has been stunning, huge and yellow as it rises above the horizon, and then arcing high above our house as the night moves on towards morning.

So, back to the last weekend. Every now and again, the factory has a 'closed Friday'. And after a hectic summer where we worked all hours, the management agreed to close the factory once a month again. And last Friday was the first one in many months. Jools and I decided to head to France for the day for some wine shopping and sight-seeing, and maybe some scrummy food as well!

We rose at five, and were out of the house by six and heading the short drive to the Channel Tunnel terminal. The sunrise and dawn were stunning, the sky all pinks and reds, and awe-inspiring. Jools drove for a change, and so I could take in the show. Once at the terminal and queueing up to board the train, I took a series of shots through the windscreen; I hope you like them.

Away to France

After we drove on, the doors closed. And after a short safety message we pulled away, and within 40 minutes were in Calais and ready to drive off.

Through the wires

We were greeted with thick fog, and the drive to the Belgian boarder was tricky, but at least the traffic was not too heavy. We went to get some tobacco for Jools' sister, as it so much cheaper there. And so we were asked if we could go there so Jools would not have to go with their Father, whose driving is legendary and frightening.

Channel Tunnel Train.

The tobacco shops were already open well before ten in the morning, and we got the carrier bag full of Golden Virginia and headed back towards Calais and the wine warehouses.

From my memory, there were more wine and beer warehouses than you could shake a dirty stick at. But we could not find one, we drove up and down the Euroroute through Calais a couple of times before spotting a French one, rather than one owned and run by cockney wideboys.

We bought some cheap red wine, buy the crate, for a couple of pounds a bottle, and headed out before I could spot something else lovely and fruity sounding.

We headed out to the coast and ended up at 'la plage'. We parked up and walked around a bit. It was then we realised we had to Euros, and so if we wanted breakfast we needed a place that took cards or some cash. We headed south into a village called Bleriot Plage, which, as you can imagine, is where the pilot took off on his cross-channel flight in 1909.

Calais Promenaders

We parked up opposite a street market and got some cash from the hole in the wall machine and made for the local cafe-cum-betting shop. After a cup of Java, we wandered around and came across a war cemetary.

Street Market; Bleriot Plage

A few hundred simple stones lined up in neat rows, each with the fallen's brigade or regiment insignia carved upon it. I chocked back the tears as I cam eupon the row of those that fell in the week of 11th November 1918; I guess they thought they had done it; survived the great war only to be slain on the final day of the war. But the killing went on into December and indeed, into 1919 and 1920; victims we thought of UXBs whilst trying to defuse them.
At either end of the cemetery, Chinese and Arabic workers were buried, a little apart from the soldiers, sailors and airmen. Showing, I guess, that even navvies were victims; their graves were marked by mostly just a number and a proverb.

We drove on.

South of there and the town of Sangate, the land rose into huge rolling hills and stunning cliffs. We parked at Cap Blanc Nez, that's Cape White Nose to you, and walked to the cliff edge. England was lost in the mist on the channel. But the mist had cleared some and the sun shone.

Cap Blanc Nez

Just across the road was a place to eat, and so hungry enough we went over and sat at a table in the big windows with views down to the cliff's edge and the ocean below. We had a beer and pork something with chips, sorry, fries. And they had wonderful creamy desserts. I had a cup of thick Java coffee, and we headed back towards Calais as the sun went down to catch our train back home.

Saturday, we headed to Ramsgate for another Flickr-meet. Not quite sure if any one would turn up, or whom either. The weather was not kind at all, all low grey cloud with a threat of rain, which did happen a couple of times. We walked around the harbour and snapped away and talked.

Ramsgate Flickrmeet; 31st October 2009

The clouds got darker and lower, and we went to a Belgian cafe for a beer and decide what to do. After a beer we decided to head back home and chill out, and for me to listen to the radio and catch the football.

Ramsgate Flickrmeet; 31st October 2009

Sunday, as promised, the heavens opened, and the rain did fall. And fall. We visited Nan and went to Tesco, and then baked a cake. A traditional Dundee cake, laced with lots of fruit and brandy. We cooked it on a low heat for a long time. Afterwards we cooked a huge bowl of stem to warm up each night once back from work.

Spoiler Alert!

Not a perfect Sunday, but we got lots done for sure. There was just enough time to settle down and watch some NFL on tv and the return of Brett Favre to Lando. All that was missing was the inches of snow on the field.