I spent yesterday morning as a flaneur in Herne Bay. Herne Bay is a seaside town 7 miles or so from Canterbury. It was popular as a holiday destination until the 1960s but cheap foreign travel has taken its toll and it has declined in the intervening years.
I am fond of Herne Bay and its forlorn amigo Margate. They have a dilapidated grandeur. If I was an investor I would speculate in the Bay. It's near neighbour Whitstable has become prohibitively expensive with DFLs ( an acronym for down from London) driving property prices skyward. I never take my own advice so braver and richer souls may benefit from a Herne Bay resurgence.
My reason for my trip was a gaping hole on the M2 on my wife's route to work. The lengthy detour left her exhausted so I offered to drive to and from Canterbury. It has taken two days to fix a few hours work with a JCB. A mountain and a molehill.
In the afternoon I arranged to meet a former work colleague for coffee. He is now a legal consultant for a property developer .We had a good time catching up in a blustery Canterbury . He is a practising Christian and still retains hope that I will make the leap to one flock or other. I assured him again I will remain steadfast in my convictions . God needs a loyal opposition.
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