17th and 18th October
A grey Saturday is followed by a bright morning. The last swallows and sand martins are chasing up and down the cliffsides; rock pipits are on the beach and sea walls. A flock of linnets feed on the weedy flora above us. A huge dog chases a small flock of turnstones up and down the beach until they find refuge at the base of the great concrete sea wall and nervously pick at the algae and seaweed.
Breezy Broadstairs was well know to Charles Dickens and was well to do back then, it became unfashionable in the 1970s as the sun of the Mediterranean drew people further afield. Today it is alive, full of restaurants and pubs brimming with weekenders from London.