Sunday

And so Sunday rolled round, just right behind Saturday, just like we expect it to. Once again it was raining when we woke up, and the deluge continued through the morning. The BBC had promised that it would brighten up, but looking p to the dark clouds it seemed the rain had set in for the day.



As what seems the custom, just before 11 we drove down to St Margaret's Bay to listen to Desert Island Discs and to watch the waves; but the wind had dropped and so we headed up the cliffs to Dover Patrol to look out from the cliff edge. The rain had stopped, and there were breaks in the clouds, and bright spots of sunlight played on the channel from our high vantage point.



A Flickr-friend, Matt, came over from Ashford, we met him at Western Heights, overlooking Dover Harbour; the clouds had broken, and big areas of blue sky could be seen, and waves crashed against the breakwater and beach.



We headed down to the cliff, and wound our way down the cliff to Shakespeare Beach, the sand all red in the bright light, and the air seemingly sparking in the sunlight after over 24 hours of rain. It was high tide, but we dodged the waves and made our way along the beach, walking in and out of the flotsam.



It was just wonderful to be in sunshine after a week in the factory and the rain of the previous 24 hours. We got caught in the waves, not big ones, but thrilling none the less. We marvelled at the cuttlefish washed up on the beach, and how amazing that the light should be like this so sudden after such torrential rain.

We headed back home and grabbed a lunch for pizza and beer. Matt and I headed to Deal to catch the last of the daylight and just for the trill of being out. It grew cold, but we headed to the beach and walked among the fishing boats and watched the people out and about doing the same us us, enjoying the light and sun.

The sky turned pink and the sun went down; Matt and I headed home and talked some; We had dinner, steak and ale pie, roast potatoes, and lots of veg and gravy.