I got the train to Faversham to run back (I had measured the distance this time). And Faversham was full of dogs. And a market for dog stuff. Turns out it was Doggy Day.
Escaping the dogs, I then found a beached pirate ship in the creek. You can’t see from the photo but it was flying a very ragged Jolly Roger at the back (er aft?). Not very cleverly marooned though as they were next to the outfall from the sewage plant.
Tide was out.
A rather more unusual beach hut in Whitstable (the bohemian end).
And some lovely Crambe maritima. It flowers for such a short time.
Whinge: I felt tired the whole time, gave up the concept of running after 10 miles and decided to walk home the last 2.3 miles. Which was too annoying so I ran/walked instead.