Ah, we’re here.
The clouds are in over the English channel, and though I can’t see the French coast for dark and cloud, I can watch the traffic as the lights of the tankers and ferries glitter their way across our huge picture window. And there, in the midst of the darkness of my sea view, glimmer the white cliffs.
We have said hello to the beach, and wolfed a bag of chips each, hot and vinegary from the local chippie.
We’ve made footprints on the beach, and watched the boats bobbing in the harbour.
The dog has chased seagulls and attempted to jump into the harbour. It’s traditional.
In celebration of this once-a-year visit to one of our favourite places: some pictures.