What the Dickens?

Broadstairs is heavy with Dickensian references, being a favourite haunt of the 19th century writer. It took about half an hour to get there from Marston, and we began our exploration at a carpark near the Catholic Church.

Then it was down a road and through an arch, where we found ourselves at our final destination.

Mini house

Where we were going: the beach. I wondered what we would find.

Kids and water are soon joined

Mr 6 is getting the hang of boomeranging, and only boomeranged me once.

A nicely decorative maze

And a decorated rotunda

The chalk cliffs, though not as imposing as those at Dover, are still eye-catching.

As is common with chalk, the cliffs and the beach sands were heavily laced with flint.

Looking like a brightly burning chimney: 

an aircraft contrail shining in the evening sun.