Saturday again

So we began today with me trying to fix a sign to the front of the house. How hard cold that be? Quite difficult it turned out.

I went to B&Q to get some proper fixings, and with these and a drill I thought I could do it. But something went wrong and the masonry raw plugs just spun in the holes drilled making them bigger. Bugger. That's £8 wasted. And no sign up.

We then went out at midday to meet up with a friend and to spend the afternoon having a pub lunch and a beer or two and then taking some photographs. We picked him up at his Mother's care home and headed to the north Kent marshes.

First stop was at the town on Minster, so I could photograph it's impressive church, once a major ecclesiastical centre, and the parish church being a mixture of what looks like several older buildings. The rain had cleared and the light wonderful.



We drove across the downs with the north Kent coast in view and to the village of Boydon Gate. There, is a wonderful ramshackle pub where Bob once had a good meal. We ordered beer and chose grills from the menu and sat down beside the open wood fire for the meals to arrive.



And when they did, WOW! They were huge, sorry, mine was huge, I had chosen the Daddy of the grills and it came loaded with food of all kinds. We had another pint of Christmas Ale to help the fine food down.

We then went to the nearby church at Chislet, a unique looking building with wonderful views over the verdant countryside. The churchwarden was inside and made us welcome; she opened up the tower, and we climbed the spiral staircase to the lvel where the bellringers do their stuff. It was fabulous, like it was unchanged for centuries. We snapped away, and were very happy indeed.



Then on to Birchington, where Bob was to check on his Mother's house, and Jools and I checked out another church in the rays of the late afternoon sun, taking more pictures of the church and the grave of a semi-famous pre-Raphaelite painter.

And finally, to Minis Bay to capture the final rays of the dying sun and the colours of dusk and gaze at the kite-surfers making their way up the beach after a fine afternoon jumping waves.

Happy, we made our way home, and once here we brewed coffee and then cut the first of the Dundee Cake, just for research purposes. Needless to say, we are gald we made another as it was delicious!