The original plan was to travel to south London to a Victorian cemetary for some gothic stylee photography.
But it would have been a heck of a hike, and as we ended up laying in to nine, so late it was beginning to get light outside. And we had to go to Tesco first as we were just about out of may items.
Jools was up first, and making coffee.I come down and seem to be ahead of her, as as she was away for five days, I asked if I should go to Tesco on me todd? She said I should.
So I put on by coat and trainers, grab the shopping bags and list and leap (step) into the car and drive off towards the chaos that would be Tesco at eight in the morning.
But it was calm and mostly empty. I go round and buy the essentials: wine, coffee, crisps for a week home alone, and come back after half an hour.
Job done.
So, what to do with the day?
Jools had said a few weeks ago that she would like a sundae from the parlour in Herne Bay; maybe she'd like to go for an ice cream?
I asked Jools if she would like a fancy ice cream. It will not surprise you to hear that she said "yes".
So, after making breakfast of bacon rolls and a brew, we go out, but first into town as Jools needed to go to the library to return a book. I parked on Castle Street whilst Jools walked to the Market Square, to the library. I listened to the radio and read the new WSC, but my eye was caught by the view of the castle in the wing mirror.
I took a shot.Jools returned before the traffic warden, meaning we had saved ourselves a quid, I drove us out onto Townwall Street then up Jubliee Way to the Sandwich Road, turning off and cruising north towards Thanet.
It should have been quiet, but there are for those, everything in life is a competition to be won, cars hammering down the Sandwich bypass at 70 when the limit is 50. We arrived at Richborough safe, then turned along the new road towards Minster, then along Thanet Way towards Herne Bay.
I think Herne Bay is the Kent version of Lowestoft, in that it is a low profile seaside town, with limited attractions, overshadowed by nearby bigger and more brash towns. I thought it would be deserted, but at first gance it seemed to be packed, but then realised that the cars parked on the promenade were doing so because it was free, lots of room in the car park, as opposed to the promenade which had barely enough room for two cars to pass.
We parked and paid, walked northards toward the pier. Past the statue of Amy Johnson, through the wintergarden and bandstand to the stump of the old pier, now just a place for pop up shops and small amusement rides to be placed. We wandered along, ending up bying some spices from a nice couple, then walked back to the clock tower and the ice cream parlour opposite.
We got a table, and Jools went to order a sundae between us, a a tea for me. And in a few minutes the dessert arrived, all covered in instant cream and crushed nuts. But tasted OK, and one between two was the right amount.
Having eaten and finished our drink, we went back to the car and drove back to Tanet Way and then home, arriving home at one, just in time to listen to the footy on the radio.
Low pressure stuff at first, as Norwich were in the televised evening game, so I could watch the scores on one screen and listen to Radio 5 on the other. Perfect.
COme half five, Norwich were playing host to Man Utd, and it was quite a game. Norwich should have won, but a mixture of bad luch and poor skill meant that we had one decnet shot what was turned over the bar. Utd won thanks to a penalty, daylight robbery really. But Norwich looked and played like a team, and one with an injury crisis, and still were the better team.We live to fight another day.
And that was it for another day, in bed at nine to finish the John Cooper Clarke book, and pretty darn good it was too. Although the sections on drugs were a real eye-opener. I never saw much drugs in Suffolk, so its a bit of a mystery. Turned out well for JCC in the end, though. National treasure and all that.
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