Broadstairs and a bit of Margate

The sun shone on the Saturday, but it lashed down the next day and has been miserable since.

Still as I remember it...

This micro pub is at the top of Sowell Street.

There was a cool breeze thro' the day.

I remember, I remember, the place where I was born.

The leaning Tower of Broadstairs.  OK, it's not leaning - it's the Crampton Tower.

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!

High Cycles

There's some strange stuff in Margate... 

... but this?  Where was this from?

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.