Over the last couple of days I have been taking photos here and there, and some have turned out quite nice. Others – absolutely rubbish, but some okay. These are a few of the okay ones.
A sunrise over the docks
A river into a tunnel
A plant in a sea of plants
A tree bud
A view of the castle. At the centre bottom, you can see the church that was destroyed next to the oldest pub in Dover. I was standing by the oldest Inn in Dover. The pub claims to be around 1280 or something, and the Inn claims to be 1769.
Okay, so that was a sad joke. Almost as bad as the Gardening Guide by Doug Spade; or Running To Town by Miss D Buss; How To Tie Shoelaces by Ben Dover; Entering the Madhouse by Lou Nattikk; Telling The Time by Hans Tern. I’ll stop now.
Over the last few days, the workers have been attaching wire to the cliffs to, I assume, stop any more landslides. Just around the corner some of the cliffs gave way and crumpled. If they were to do that here, it would crush the houses. I would love to do something like this.