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.



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.



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.

Bugger.