A ride on the Romney to Dungeness railway. What fun, crammed into tiny carriages , but spaced apart. We trundled down to Dungeness, watched the nuclear power station warm up our coffees in the cafe - a sort of giant kettle. Then back through the rain showers.
On the drive home we called in at the fish hut and assembled the contents of a yummy fish supper tonight.
Then this afternoon a walk along the beach in the setting sun (see extra) made a dramatic start to the clocks going back.