It Was Diana's Day Off,

so into the car,

 and we were away,

 a few traffic hold ups,

 and then we were soon on the open road,

heading towards Margate,

 and this is the sandy beach at Margate,

when my Grandad and Nan with my father and his brother Stanley who I was named after, visited it way back in the 1920s, if you think you have seen these photographs before, we posted them on the Kemp family history page, anyway, Margate, Westgate, Herne Bay et al, all remained great summer favorites for my parents and myself,

we parked in the Dreamland car park, back in the 1950s when we would have our annual holidays here, there would be an enormous firework display every Thursday,

parked up we made our way into town, 

firstly to the seafront,

some of the hotels facing the beachside green,

now this looks worth remembering,

there are lots of business here, but few open, this really is a summer seaside town, with many restaurants and shops closed for the winter season,

over the road to the beach,

the ice cream shop boarded up for the winter,

the thing about coming here in the winter,

you pretty much have the beach to yourself!

did I mention it was cold?

but we were A-OK!

a quick pose,

and look along the almost deserted beach,

the lighthouse at the end of the jetty,

I kept saying,

'a bit closer',

but Diana was not falling for it!

back to the square,

where as it was bitingly cold, we decided on this cafe for a coffee,

it was so much warmer in here, the wind despite having a couple of layers of clothes on, went straight through us,

warmed up we went back outside, 

this Chinese restaurant reminding me of many old public houses with tiled fronts,

a street with an appropriate name, Duke Street,

so named as the 'Grand Old Duke of York' stayed here,

we continued our walk,

into the area selling antiques,

and all manner of bric-a-brac,

this shop,

keeping an eye on things,

many of the buildings here like other towns in the area are flint built,

one of the many tearooms, that in the season will be packed,

the Wig and Pen, I am guessing the pub was a watering hole for the law courts, now with a Thai restaurant upstairs,

one of the squares in the area,

Mr. Simms seems to have sweet shops popping up everywhere,

we made our way back to the beachfront,

to Beano,

for our lunch,

 which consisted of, you guessed it, chips!

and a mug of tea,

well I am driving,

cod and chips for Diana,

and for a change for myself, 2 saveloys, and 2 battered sausages,

back to the car and home,

where we noticed one of the local foxes,

had popped by to eat some of the peanuts we throw out for the birds,

and the crow was not very happy!

the noise it made at the foxes intervention had to be heard to be believed,

I grabbed the small pocket camera, that has a better zoom,

and took a couple of photographs of the fox, the small camera with a completely different color balance,

 after we had our evening snack the door buzzer sounded, we had a late night delivery, all of our pods from Nespresso had arrived with a couple of their coffee cups and saucers,

and on the mat downstairs, a letter to Diana, her provisional driving licence had arrived, so driving lessons to be booked for the future, next it was feet up for a couple from Westworld, and then for us, we were off to bed.