I see London I see France…
Today, we drove a long way from home, to Dungeness. It’s the closest bit of England to the continent. And, being a lovely clear day, we could see it with the naked eye. Bonjour, France. Also Dover, White Cliffs of.
It’s a long stretch of shingle beach and we stood watched giant container ships navigate the channel like portable city skylines. There must have been a hundred people out enjoying the sunshine with us.
Then we bought a fish for dinner at the hut pictured. A fish and a half, actually. Local plaice.
It was so fresh, it had rigor mortis. Yes, that’s a thing. It means it probably had been caught within 24 hours.
Life is good when you step away from the news, peeps.
July 29, 2020 — 7:59 pm
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