Little Mongeham View
It’s Friday once again, and the day managed to pack in almost every type of weather you can imagine. Admittedly, we haven’t had a tornado yet, but there’s still time. First thing in the morning, we were treated to heavy rain and thunder, which quickly turned to hail, then to slushy, wet snow that settled on the roads enough to make the school run interesting. Later in the morning, it dried out, becoming cloudy and overcast, before making the final shift to sun and blue skies by the afternoon. Weather bingo, indeed.
By mid-afternoon, the sun was going down. I drove up to Beacon Hill, just outside Deal, to take a few pictures in the gorgeous evening light. This shot looks over the village of Little Mongeham, nestling in the woodland below. I paid a price for the photo; on the way back to my car, I slipped on a muddy slope, went arse-over-tit, and landed on my back in a puddle. Luckily, I was on my own: family and friends would have died laughing if they’d seen that—a genuine risk to public safety.
In other news, Gabriel is on his way home for the weekend, taking the train from Manchester. He should be arriving in Dover just after eight this evening. The fatted calf is roasting on the spit, and we’re all looking forward to seeing him.
