I went back out, because the snow was still falling. I haven’t experienced many snowy beaches in my lifetime, so it felt good and right to run along this one while it is conveniently a few streets away. I ran to the pier along the shoreline, and then beyond, to the clock tower, before headingContinue reading “Snow falls on Herne Bay: midnight edition”
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Snow falls on Herne Bay
I am told it doesn’t snow very often in the Bay, so here are some photographs for the public record, so that future historians can pore over the dusty pages of WordPress for evidence of such an event. And while you’re here, future historians: how do websites gather dust, exactly? Or is this a knowingContinue reading “Snow falls on Herne Bay”
Further up and further in
I wrote up a blog post about going for a walk, climbing a tree, nationalising the golf courses, poorly maintained public footpaths, and how leaving a town or city via any means other than the car makes you feel like a second class citizen. Unfortunately all of this was lost, thanks to the vagaries ofContinue reading “Further up and further in”
Ramsgate International Hoverport
Hovercrafts exist in the British postwar imagination alongside Concorde and the Post Office Tower as avatars of the rapidly arriving future. These ludicrous metal beasts, dreamed up by some archetypal crackpot inventor, brought Europe closer, but were also a symbol of British exceptionalism. Sure, the French have some nice wines, but do they have planesContinue reading “Ramsgate International Hoverport”
As rare as shark’s teeth
There’s a girl I know who rolls her eyes at the Gok Wan Acolytes / Underneath her bed there lies a collection of ammonites Fix it so she dreams of me, Half Man Half Biscuit A Sunday morning spent seeking fossils at low tide. A quick cycle along the front, past dogs and families andContinue reading “As rare as shark’s teeth”
Wimpy #2: Sittingbourne
I don’t think it makes no diffrents where you start the telling of a thing. You never know where it begun realy. No moren you know where you begun your oan self. Riddley Walker by Russell Hoban. Don’t let the sadness of Sittingbourne infect your soul. Faversham resident, Adam Boult. Time for that difficult secondContinue reading “Wimpy #2: Sittingbourne”
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