remembering

While back in Herne Bay, I went on a run along the seafront. As I ran along the promenade, I remembered how, when I was a child, I used to look up at the steep banks next to the Kings Hall and wonder where they led to. It always felt like the end point of those hills was a million miles away and I used to think about where the people who were walking up the banks would end up. As an adult (albeit one who as a horrendous internal navigational system), it seems funny to remember that this is how I used to think, now I know where those hills lead to.

These are the banks that caused me to wonder


...and another few photos from a walk along the beach...


Shadows of me

a misty view of Reculver