Sunday, Monday

We had arranged to meet a friend on Sunday, to go out take pictures and then back to ours for dinner of roast beef, Yorkshire Pudding and all the trimmings, but it being Valentine's Day and all, he said he would rather not come for dinner, but would love to still go out to take pictures in the morning.



And so we headed out onto the Kentish tundra to head to Chillenden to snap the wooden windmill they have there (pictures to follow). The snow was much deeper there, and parking so not to cause an obstruction on the narrow lane was hard, but we managed it and climbed over the drifts and crossed the field to the windmill.



It has just be restored, and looked fabulous all whitewashed in the middle of a snow covered field. Being thorough, we photograph it from many angles before heading off to find maybe some parish churches.



We arrive back in the village of Chillenden to snap the tiny church there. From inside we caught a snatch of hymns and the whine of an old organ. The light was tricky with the sun out but low down in the sky, but we did our best.

Our next call was at Nonington, where there is a twin vestry church with a fine square tower and a surprisingly large double churchyard. Like many others, it is locked, but trying the door on a Sunday runs the risks of disturbing a service. We are happy enough to photograph the outside.

Our final call is at Womenswold, sometimes spelt Wymynswold. St Marys is a large parish church, with a squat, square tower, but situated on a grassy mound with the village below. It is also locked, but we photograph it from all angles too. And then I decide it's time for a drink.

As we had gone out so early, it was not yet eleven, and so we drive the short distance home and put the coffee machine on before Bob decides he would like to catch a train from down the hill back into Dover.

Jools and I have some Stilton and crusty bread and me a glass or two of red.

That afternoon we do our own thing, Jools; some beading and me; watch some football and mess around with some photographs.

In the evening I cook roast beef, Yorkshire Pudding, roast potatoes and lots of vegetables; it turned out my best attempt yet, and we both agree on that. And then settle down later to watch a documentary on the Darjeeling Himalaya Railway and the people that work on it. All good stuff.

And today, once Jools had gone to work, I get a call from my friend Matt asking if I wanted to go out snapping trains. Why not? And so by eleven I find myself on an icy cold bridge waiting for a passing Eurostar or Javelin to whizz by so I could snap it.



After an hour we were both cold, and head to the base of the white cliffs at Samphire Hoe where there is a tea bar and we can watch more trains thundering between Dover and Folkestone.

Tonight we have fillet steak for dinner, because we have not had steak for ages, and quite frankly, I can't wait.

Still no news on the job front.