It's Saturday 17th June 2017. And who the hell gets up at 05:45 on their day off to go into Central London to do a Driving Theory Test at 08:00 (after just 4 hours worth of driving lessons)?
Now that that's out of the way, time for a quiet stroll around London Bridge to an even quieter Hay's Galleria for a champion breakfast:
A cheeky 4 minutes and 23 seconds up The Shard with one of these beauties:
Zoomed back down to earth via two lifts, to then jump into a taxi off the rank outside London Bridge Station at 10:43; make it to St Pancras International for 11:06; meet S at 11:07 by the platform for the 11:09 Javelin train to Margate. Made it. Train journey ensues...
Ignoring the fact that we're in UKIP territory, Margate looks like how I remember it from over twenty years ago; sun-kissed and bustling, with the gulls on high alert. And the wooden floor in the ticket hall of the railway station hasn't much changed either:
We didn't go into the contemporary-looking thing though, because... sunshine and the outdoors:
After some well-timed fish and chips on the seafront (no pictures as they were demolished in a very short amount of time), we strolled back to the place that S and I both had memories of from many years ago:
Having been closed for a while since our teenage years, we were rather surprised to find that Dreamland is now this up and coming trendy place for not just the classic seaside funfair attractions, but also for gigs and a summer festival-like feel:
After hours it apparently turns into a neon-lit party, but during the day, it's just full of nostalgia and memories of summer days on the Kent coast.
There will always be a reminder however of the fact that seaside towns do die away and fade from time to time...
The sun shines brightly and warms my bones, until of course I agree to head back to Waterloo East via a route served by a Networker (a sweat-box of a commuter train). I won't be doing that again in a hurry.