Disembarking from my train home at Chatham railway station last night (this morning), I noticed two things worthy of further investigation, as and when. Up until now I have been using the station at Strood, which is closer to work and better connected generally, but Chatham was fit for purpose last night and so I explored virgin territory.

The first thing I noticed was that the station itself is rather beautiful and worthy of daylight photography at some future point. The second thing I noticed was that there is a great big Wickes right across the street. Wickes, in case you don't know, is a bit like a department store for semi-professional builders. It supplies all the materials and tools for every home-improvement imaginable, but not in easy-assembly kit form with diagrams. You need to know what you are doing and how you are going to do it.

I thought that a happy morning exploring its aisles might suit me rather better than sourcing a TV set so that I could allow Tinder rejects to expose themselves to me in the privacy of my own box. (See yesterday)

I have to say, Wickes really is DIY porn. I had to remind myself on several occasions that for the time being, I am renting somebody else's pigeon loft and that I shouldn't get too excited about refurb possibilities until such time as I might have my own building with its foundations sitting in land I own, which is pure fantasy.

But I enjoyed myself perusing.

On leaving Wickes and heading toward the pedestrianised and almost-fully-functional-even-on-a-Sunday High Street, I encountered this Thomas Waghorn, replete with traffic cone on head, and therefore a work of contemporary art.