Someone asked me recently what my daily routine was: I had a little difficulty in replying, but no difficulty in describing the start of the day, since after breakfast and a bath the dogs need to be taken out for their morning walk. This usually involves a stroll down the steps at the end of the street to Rock-a-Nore, which is the road that runs between the cliffs and the fishermen's huts. It peters out, after a couple of hundred yards, in a public carpark, beyond which is a rock-strewn shingle beach with sand at low tide. I particularly like this, since on clear days you get a view east to Dungeness and west to Beachy Head.
But views have been blotted out by weather over the past couple of days: a gale force wind has been blowing and squally showers have been beating against the sea-facing wall of the Shoebox. The storms have come up from the southwest, shot up to the North of England and today come back for another look at our part of the world. Today we had to abandon any idea of our usual walk and take a calmer route up Tackleway and round via All Saints Street - but even so my ancient cap was blown away by the wind.
Everyone's moaning about the weather, of course: but it has given rise to some wonderful skies and changes in the light. My little camera is a humble affair, but these two snaps give you an idea.
Antony Mair
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