A breeze

We hopped on the train for the one stop to Whitstable, less than 10 minutes journey. Wish I'd remembered to pick up my woolly hat - it was a perishing cold north westerly wind. Coffee and carrot cake in a cosy café. Followed by a look at the bijou shopping experience that Whitstable offers. Well, it's more interesting than Bluewater or Cribbs Causeway but I didn't find a woolly hat worth buying.

To the east of the harbour, near Tankerton Slopes, a few hardy and fit souls were harnessing (literally) the lively breeze for some eco-friendly sport. I attempted without success to get a photo of one of them acrobatically leaping out of the sea to twist and change direction. This was my least worst shot.