There have been a spate of accidents in the last month, as well as the road being resurfaced. Not sure what the cause is, but this latest accident had it closed for nearly 20 hours.
Anyway, to Folkestone, down from Capel and into town, where I dropped Jools off at the harbour as she wanted to walk to Sandgate, where I would meet her later. I drove up to the car park, then ambled up the top part of the Old High Street and past the cinema to the barbers, where I waited ten minutes before the shop opened and I got shorn.
Once I paid, it was back down to the car and drove through the centre of town out along the old coast road to Sandgate to park up and wait for Jools.
Jools appeared,, much sooner than I expected. So we locked the car and went for a walk along the beach, which has been ploughed into longitudinal furrows, for some reason. Probably to try to stop erosion, however after 15 minutes, we decide to walk through an alley to the main road and look for breakfast.
The first café had empty tables, but these were reserved, ad the second only had seating on the street, and wind too cool and keen for that, so we decided what with having bacon back home, maybe we should have that for brunch instead.
Which is what we did, walked back to the car, then drove up the cliffs and up Horn Street, past St Martin's church then Tesco, back onto the motorway and to Dover and home.It was quarter past eleven. Was sunny outside, but it seemed a lazy afternoon was planned, with Jools doing more crochet and me watching the cricket world cu final between India and Australia.
Made a change from football.So we ate our bacon butties, then settled down to do our hobbies as the afternoon grew old, the sun moved behind next door and it grew cold.
Dinner of party food once the cricket was over, so breaded prawns and mini Indian foods washed down with beer was the order of the day.
Yay.
It was dark pretty much by five, so we closed the curtains, put on a podcast or two and did more of the same.
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