In Folkestone and back

The winter cold was even more bitter by the sea. I moved from shop to shop on the morning stroll to keep warm. Many shops in Folkestone High Street are charity shops, some of them disguised as Curiosity shops, interspersed with One Pound Shops and closing down sales.

This time we could have the fish at my companions' favourite pub:


 Unlike on numerous previous occasions, we sat at a comfier table by the fireplace and could notice many paintings which turned out to be painted by the landlord who had just prepared a a mug of aromatic mulled wine for me.

 

That was the view from the window across the table:


The return journey to St Pancras meant tea deprivation again. We could see that the few passengers aboard didn't make the beverage service viable. However, we thought of a simple solution: the ticket inspector, could also fulfill the role of serving tea and coffee while checking the tickets, making some extra money and keeping us, passengers happy!

Pictures follow!

Nice to be home!

:-)