Even though we could lay in bed all day, if we wanted, we were up and ready by half six, and eating breakfast by seven. I spent the morning catching up on Saturday's radio and editing photographs. I took nearly 800 during the trip to London, so i have some work to do.
We were to meet a friend at two for a trip out the the breakwater in Dover Harbour, where we would be met by an historian and be told something of the history of the structure through the 20th century.
We met on on the cliffs, then drove down to the cruise terminal in a convoy, then twisting through various bollards and barriers we came to the harbourside where our boat was waiting for us.
We climb aboard with all the grace of a herd of arthritic bewilderbeasts, and settle back for the 5 minute trip to the breakwater. And then we all have to get from the boat onto the steps, without mooring the boats whilst carrying all our photographic gear!
We get it done by way of teamwork, and then climb the steps and onto the breakwater, and are confronted by the first of two barracks, both sadly out of bounds, as are either end of the breakwater. Oh well, we'll make do with what we got.
we walked to the end, or as far as we could get, whilst the old guy told us of the history and what life was like for those stationed out here. It was interesting stuff, but not as interesting as being within 50 feet of huge ferries going in and out, and we soon wandered off to get our shots, and shots of the cloudscape, which was stunning, but got darker as the afternoon wore on, and there was certainly going to be rain soon.
At for the boat came to take us back to shore, and we climbed in the car and headed back home, to watch the big game (which I had recorded, and to make dinner). I just could not be bothered to watch any NFL this week, there really is not enough hours in the day, and so after another episode of Tinker, Tailor, Solider, Spy we hit the old wooden hill to bed.
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