A day of rest. what could be better than laying in bed until nine just enjoying not having to get up for work? Well, apparently, my body thinks otherwise and I'm laying in bed from five waiting until it begins to get light.
I get up, feed the cats and make coffee. Then I decide we should go down the bay to see the sunrise and see if there are any big waves breaking. As once again we have a howling gale blowing, but it seems high tide was in the wee small hours and so after we arrive down in the bay we find the sea a long way out, but more of the beach having been deposited on the promenade.
we take some shots, walk down to the edge of beach where the chalk makes rock pools, of a sort, take more shots. Then decide to head to Shakespeare Beach to see some real waves.
Back up the hill, onto the Deal road then down Jubilee Way to be confronted by a huge queue of traffic. No problem, we just do a turn in the road and head past the Duke of York's to the castle and down into town and out onto Town Wall Street. Where all of Europe's trucks are waiting for a berth on a ferry back to La Belle France. Apparently, due to the storm last night, the port had been closed since one. And the queue was building.
Past Burlington House.
Past the Megger building.
Up past Aycliffe.
Up past Samphire Hoe.
All exits off the main road back into town were blocked by trucks, so we had to head to Capel le Ferne where we knew we could get back on the Old Folkestone Road back into town. Only, wouldn't the views from the cliffs down onto the Warren be good?
Let's see.
We get out of the car, only for the doors to be ripped out of our hands by the gale. We walk up onto the grass, leaning at an angle of 45 degrees we just about manage to stay upright. I have to switch the camera to sports mode to get a shutter speed that allows for non-blurry shots as I am buffeted by the winds. But it is exhilarating, it must be what it is like to free fall parachute as our faces are pushed into comedic shapes by the wind.
We get back into the car, and decide that due to the traffic, we should get our chores done and stay home. At least for a while. We head down the Old Folkestone Road being tail-gated by a lorry hoping to queue-jump, before heading back up through Buckland, past Tesco and onto the Sandwich road.
And then up the Canterbury road before heading out onto the marshes to Preston. Preston as the freezer is empty and so we had to call in at the butchers. Only, due to flooding, we had to be careful and use the main road, and that ended at Preston as the Grove Ferry road is under several feet of flood water.
So, I load up on meat, meat and more meat, before we retrace our tyretracks back to Sandwich and then home. And by then we were more than ready for the first coffee of the day! And breakfast.
And so the day settles down with me messing around with the photos I have taken, listening to the radio, and then snoozing on the sofa when it all gets too much.
Its FA cup weekend and once again City's interest has long since faded, and so I have just a passing interest in it. I seem to be more interested in the sofa and sleeping though.
After dinner we head out to Deal as the winds had died and the clouds parted and the just passed full moon was abroad and I thought it might make for fine photography. We park near the pier and walk to the castle and back, snapping away. The moon glistens on the sea like a silver carpet, and contrasts with warm light of the streetlights.
We get back in the car and drive a little further so I can check the beer at the Prince Albert, which wasn't up to much, but we end up talking to a couple at the bar whilst we drink, and what could have been a quiet drink turned into something much more enjoyable as we swapped tales of travel in Britain and in the US.
We drive home by the light of the silvery, almost full moon. And the power of internal combustion. And I'm thinking, I love weekends......
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