Whitstable part 4

Sealed in to the completely computerised high speed train that will transfer us from Faversham to Stratford International I am trying to recall, in order, the events of yesterday. I remember waking with a headache, the sort of headache that causes ones eyes to half close in an attempt to stop them popping out. I applied many of the traditional remedies for such a malady: a full English breakfast, multiple cups of coffee, and observing dogs defecate on the beach. All was to no avail. So we gathered my cameras and headed into Whitstable proper to find some medication and to finalise our preparations for our encounter with Mr Bown.







-- posted abroad