The sun shone on the Saturday, but it lashed down the next day and has been miserable since.
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| Still as I remember it... |
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| This micro pub is at the top of Sowell Street. |
There was a cool breeze thro' the day.
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| I remember, I remember, the place where I was born. |
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| The leaning Tower of Broadstairs. OK, it's not leaning - it's the Crampton Tower. |
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| Soggy Margate, from the New Turner Museum. |
It was T.E's last day. Her work was... different.
After an hour or so looking at, ahem, beavers... it made a refreshing change to spot one of Stewy's badgers down a side street!
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| High Cycles |
There's some strange stuff in Margate...
... but this? Where was this from?
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| Doll, face-down. |
... and how much brass was shelled out for this character?
All too soon, time to come home - nyammmmmmmm... pic's from the train.
