I'd booked a day's holiday, carefully planning the schedule by consulting maps, tide tables, seaweed and tarot cards, to catch the rising tide at Foreness, high tide at Fayreness and the falling tide at Pegwell.
But somehow I missed them all.
Surprisingly there were few birds at either of the usual roosts, with just a handful of purple sandpipers and ringed plovers at Foreness.
But not all was lost, as a large flock of sanderlings, turnstones and purple sandpipers at Cliftonville provided entertainment by flying to the sea's edge, checking that all was clear,
A rainbow gave a clue to what was going to happen next, and the resulting squall was cold and wet.
Two snow buntings flew overhead and landed at the edge of the cliff. Sanderlings and snowies - lovely!
By the time I got to Pegwell, the tide was far out, but it was rewarding to watch hundreds of golden plovers fall out of the sky onto the mud.
Vegetation seems advanced for the time of year, with early violets flowering the the garden, and alexanders sprouting up on the roadsides. The latter made a good starter for dinner.