A visit to Folkestone's Triennial art festival provided much of interest, shock, thought and occasional beauty.
The Rug People, a tribute to the thousands of soldiers who left for the trenches from Folkestone Harbour.
Mermaid, with more than a nod to the one in Copenhagen. A fine addition to the beach, as is Tracy Emin's sandal.
Sea Monster, on the floor of the library. This is part of a series, and the accompanying text refers to a Carrollesque legend involving the Memory of Conchious-ness, the sea of Clarity and the streets of Onomatopoeiea.
One of the festival's seagull logos has been tagged.... that's the view of Folkestoners of seagulls.
It's not in my nature to be an anorak, just a geek, but the sight of a steam train is always exciting, so we made a short detour in the rain to Ketchworth station to watch the Oliver Cromwell go by. My son, bless 'im, reckoned it would go past slowly, as his only experience of these things is the trundling Kent and East Sussex Railway.
When it appeared it thundered past, a roaring, steaming, snarling beast -
a brief encounter indeed.