Saturday 28th December 2024

It is the middle of Twixmas. The period between Christmas and New Year, when we have no idea what day of the week it is.

Its even harder because yesterday was a Saturday, and yet the was no league football.

Our sore throats had begun to show on Friday night, and got a little worse through the day, but that meant no gym, though Jools did go for a walk and litter pick, I stayed inside and guarded the house against intruders.

The fog and mist had cleared over night, though there was no sunshine to brighten the day.

With the port back open, all queues and jams had vanished, so we could go out. My plan was for some snaps on the Old High Street and maybe a beer at Kipps Alehouse.

I messaged a Flickrfriend to see he wanted to meet up. He did, so we would meet at half four, by which time the sun should have set and it dark or near dark.

We watched the Christmas Special of Gone Fishing, and laughed like drains at mostly Bob as they fished in the Lot Valley.

Then time to go out

A quiet drive down Jubilee Way, then along Townwall Street before taking the road up Shakespeare.

Folkestone was quite busy, though many were preparing to eave as the day came to an end. I found a place to park, then went wandering about with the camera ready to snap.

A group of drunks down on Tontine Street were making merry, dancing across the road, blocking cars as they danced to a tiny tinny wi-fi speaker.

The sound faded as they climbed onto a bus and headed into town.

I walked back up the Old High Street, it still wasn't very dark. Jools appeared, so we went to Steep Hill Café for a coffee and a slice of cake, which needless to say was over-sweet.

The only free table was in a small corner, with just enough room for me and the table, looking out into the café.

At half four we left and walked up the remainder of the Old High Street to Kipps. I took a few shots, as it was the blue hour, before stepping into the humid, hot atmosphere of the alehouse.

Steve appeared, so I ordered a couple of pints of red ale, and we sat down to catch up.

The glasses were emptied, then new ones filled with Brugges Zot.

An hour passed.

To be honest, I could not force another down, so we bed Steve farewell, and we walked back down the cobbled street and back to the car. I grabbed on more shot.

Jools drove us back home, the A20 quiet enough, then along to the port and back up Jubilee Way.