It's Not All Mermaids In Marvellous Margate

Today dawned as another splendourously sunny day, so after our usual early morning run, of course that meant we just had to venture back to the coast - with in this instance a return visit to one of our favourite seaside haunts, marvellous Margate.
We took our recently found route via the outskirts of Faversham and Whitstable, thus completely avoiding Canterbury's infamously congested and roadwork attracting ring road, via the A299 and arrived almost entirely stress free. We then parked the car out near the town's old Lido as we like the walk back into the heart of the town with its expansive views across Walpole Bay. 
Our first course of action, you'll be less than surprised to hear, was to find a hostelry to meet our refreshment needs. Initially we headed out along the harbour arm where I took my first image of the day (my third extra) - I just liked the simplicity of it with the white walls of the little look out tower and the top of those gloriously pink doors against the azure blue of the sky - but could not quite find what we were looking for so instead made for the Old Town.
Happily we almost immediately encountered The Bull's Head in Market Square and as soon as we had taken a table outside with pints in hand we instantly felt relaxed and just joyous to be back by the sea again.
All of my first three images were taken in the Old Town just yards from where we'd been sitting. My main image is of this lady engaged in quite some hound husbandry - trailing a tiny dachshund behind her and pushing another pooch in the pram in front of her - as she passed in front of the be-postered building just as the sun was casting some fantastic shadows. The next two images were taken literally just around the corner - the first extra being a mermaid extolling her love of clean seas with a passing pedestrian adding a helpful pop of yellow from the folder she was clutching and the second extra being of a straw hat wearing fellow crossing a square with all the signage and graffiti in the foreground.
It was then time to make a beeline for the seafront and as we approached it we could see a rather surreal scene unfolding in front of us - there were wrecked and smashed cars lining the road, large deposits of black rubbish bags strewn across the footpaths and other dishevelled and distressed looking detritus. On closer inspection rather than the after effects of a local disturbance or outbreak of mindless vandalism it turned out that filming was under way, confirmed by the presence of cameras and attendant crew that we'd initially missed, for what we later discovered was a dystopian BBC drama set in the near future (2039 to be exact) called "The Dream Lands" (adapted from the novel Dreamland by Rosa Rankin-Lee).
After that slightly unnerving (at least until we knew what it was) experience we continued along the seafront and down on to the beach itself with this being where I captured my last two images - the cast iron fish head which forms part of a nearby balustrade (I just liked the false perspective making the beachgoers look so minuscule) and a view along the Royal Crescent Promenade past a seagull depiction, with some blue and orange blocks of colour from an array of obligingly placed adjacent bins in the foreground, just as one man and his dog appeared in the frame.
There was still time to fit in a bag of chips sitting on the steps on the shoreline with the incoming tide lapping out our feet and a photographic exhibition at Turner Contemporary before one final stroll past the Winter Gardens and a last look out to sea.