Via the Battle of Britain Memorial (resplendent with fake Spitfire and Hurricane) we drove into a completely dead Folkstone. Really oddly quiet. We spent a couple of hours in the pebbly beach throwing stones into the water under the watchful eye of the opera house, a strange neo-classical palace with an odd 1970’s cantilevered UFO stuck to the side. A fish bar stop sated the appetite and we walked it off with a wander past the unusual house fronts to “Suny Sands”. Apparently the only sandy beach within 1 hours drive of north London! Via a trip to the Sainsburies with no front, we headed for the campsite for a restful night....apart from poor Theo who is still suffering with post MMR temperatures.
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