Friday night, I was the last person out of the office, as I had my blog to write; if my boss is reading this, that is not true, I had very important letters to write to various places in Denmark. Due to high winds there was no work on the wind farm, and so as the day went on people left for a long break from work. I do believe they did work over the weekend, though.
News on the job; still waiting for clarification on a few things, but should be sorted out, and I could be on salary by Wednesday. Or not. we shall see.
On the photography front, I have a new lens; or a second hand one, a Tamron 90mm f2.8 macro; or it does close up really well. And I got it for £70, which was a bargain i can tell you, and I have been insect chasing all weekend.
Although, before then we had to g through the monthly ordeal of the teeth pulling that is the DHB pub quiz. It's not the quiz, but the company rally. It's not that bad, but Jools and i answer most of the questions, write them down and all that, whilst the others, all older, and deafer argue about the question from the previous round. Once again, it's not that bad, just feels like it some times.
Anyway, it went well, and with a couple of wrong answers, we did finish second and so we all have a handful of beer vouchers for the next time.
Saturday, we headed off for a walk; and after searching Google Earth, I found a new bridge over the high speed rail line; so we headed over to Folkestone and parked the car beside the old A20 road. We put on our walking boots and stomped off over what felt like the last field in Kent yet to be ploughed, and towards the bridge over the motorway and then onto the bridge over the railway.
And then we wait. And wait some more.
Once roared past after about 20 minutes heading for France or Belgium. And then wait some more. And then I spotted it heading towards us at a great rate of knots; and in a flash it was below me and then gone. The camera and I snapped a few shots and got the one I wanted anyway.
We then set off along the footpath, which forms part of the Saxon Shore Way, and followed it through the woods and down a hill and into what looked like the commuter belt, as it was a quiet dead end street full of what looked like mansions spanning several centuries, each with perfect laws and gardens. The footpath was lined with plants and bushes, and most were heavy with fruit, and the blackberries were very sweet indeed.
We headed back home for lunch of crusty bread and cheese, and then for me to listen to the football on the radio as is usual.
In the evening, we headed back out to near where we snapped the Eurostars, to a pub in the folds of the Weald at Monks Horton. The Black Horse is a fine pub, and has a small menu, but what there is is cooked fine. I had steak, which was just splendid, and Jools had duck breast risotto or something. I had a cheese board for dessert, which gave me indigestion all night, which serves me right, really.
Sunday we got up quite early and girded our loins for a ramble. The Ramblers are an organisation who try to keep footpaths and rights of way open throughout the country, and at weekends local groups organise walks, which for some of us sees us passing places we have not seen before. It is fair to say, on most walks we are the youngest people taking part, and that most ramblers conform to a certain age and demographic, it is enjoyable, and chat is interesting, and at the end there is usually a pub.
YAY!
So, we drove to the village of Worth, and joined the others waiting before heading off across country, though fields already harvested and woods thick with berries. And the wind was cool, which meant it was quite pleasant. The second half of the walk, we walked over the marshes that used to be sea and separated the Isle of Thanet from the rest of Kent; now it is fertile farm land, and looks very much like Norfolk.
It was a seven mile walk, about our limit at the moment, but good and our legs did feel as though we had done some exercise at least. Time then to head back home for more bread and cheese washed down with home brew ale.
And so to Monday; the bank holiday itself, and the sun did shine. Jools worked in the garden and i messed around on the computer, before we headed out to Eythorne, where Jools dropped me off at the East Kent Railway, where I met up with a friend for the beer festival. i have ridden the train, and so beer was enough. The sun shone still, and the wind began to blow, but the beer was good, and the burger nearly cooked all the way through!
Jools picked me up at half one, and we headed off to Ashford to see The Girl who Played with fire, the follow up to The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. and very good it was too.
Back home them, heading back towards the coast and home for dinner and listen to the radio to round the weekend off.
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