On the train to Herne Bay
Some nice sea side gardens at Herne Bay
Dark and brooding like the weather. I was tired. Behind me is the pier, it used to stretch out to the thing you can see in the distance but a fierce storm wrecked it.
The end of the old pier in the background. In the foreground is our boat. It is not a ferry.
The travellers. Dry.
The end of the pier.
After about 10 minutes of wave jumping and sea spray.
Herne bay from the boat.
The start of the pier at Herne bay.
Captain Stud
Lance wishes he was on a ferry now.
Sunglasses were a very good idea.
The driver would stop for photo sessions at some locations.
Seals apparently.
Talking shit.
Whitstable Oyster festival. Not sure what is going on but it was strange.
Little huts populated most of the beaches. I think they are for locking kids in so parents can enjoy the beach.
We actually went right into the harbour. The oyster festival was on and there was a lot of people staring at us. Some jackass was talking on the harbour PA and told everyone to look and wave at us. Awesome...
Just after the wave. If we weren't full drenched before then, we certainly were afterwards.
Luckily the two expensive cameras people bought along were fine.
After the wave again.
Back at the docks. Soaked from head to toe.
Spot the wet patches, and the non-working phones.
More dampness.
Amanda had two jackets on and still got sucked. Irony is a bitch.
After taking half the wave on my chest I was a little moist.
End of the pier.
Start of the pier and roller skating rink.
Sea side amusements. It was like a permanent version of the A&P show side shows.
Pretty sea side houses.
Drying off and walking to the cafe for lunch.
Lunch
And beer
Drying clothes and relaxing.
