Monday 1st September 2014

Sunday.

As usual at the weekend I was awake at half five, waiting for dawn’s early light to leak round the curtains. At my feet Molly slept soundly.

After breakfast we got our shit together, which, in fairness, did take some time, but we headed out at half nine, heading for Sandgate for the walk along the prom which we agreed yesterday would be a splendid idea.



We found a place to park at the west end of the village, I grabbed my camera and off we set. All along the coast road are many old and much newer buildings, all facing towards France. It is a most pleasing sight if I’m honest. And although we are perfectly happy in the ugly house, we thought some would be fine places to live, if not that cat friendly.



At the ‘welcome to Hythe’ sign, we turn inland and follow the military canal for a while, until we come to the metal bridge linking the prom to the town, at that point we turn back and walk back up the prom, this time calling in at a refreshment stall to buy a couple of 99s. Despite eating them quickly, I suspect that melted ice cream had accumulated at the bottom of the cone. This is confirmed as I bite into what was left of the cone, an explosion of what looked like milk coats my t shirt.



All there was left to do was laugh. So we did.

We explore a bit of Sandgate before heading back home in time for dinner. We have cold sausage sandwiches, and then Jools makes apple and blackcurrant crumble, which is delicious smothered in fresh cream and accompanied by a fresh strong cuppa.



It would have been tempting to spend the afternoon sorting through photos and listening to the footy on the radio. However, I head outside to mow the lawn and help Jools finish trimming the hedges round the back garden. It is oddly satisfying, and we now have plans on another project, this time to plant more stuff, have a pond and a fountain.

Maybe.

After snoozing through the second half of the football, I make chorizo hash for dinner, washed down with another bottle of Cava, before I catch up on the previous night’s MOTD before I run out of time and its bedtime again.

We end the day sitting in candlelight on the patio watching aircraft and satellites passing between us and the diamond-like stars of the milky way. A fine way to end the day.

This week seems more Denmark.