Herne Bay: Sunset and the Sea

It is only a short bus ride to Herne Bay; we spent a lazy Sunday there, equipped only with a picnic lunch of fruits, nuts, PB&Js, and digestive biscuits. I took this picture, pressed up against the bus window as we made a brief stop for a few pensioners; I wanted to remember how the sky turned into the water so seamlessly I felt like the world was floating. 

If you squint really hard, you may perhaps be able to make out dozens of snowy white windmills floating off the horizon, spinning gently. Well, you won't be able to see them spinning. As a matter of fact, neither could I. But they were still lovely. 

Although we did not realize it at the time, this photo was probably taken about the time that every greengrocer, thrift shop, and restaurant began shutting down. Had we realized this, perhaps we would have made more of an effort to stroll the streets instead of eating candy floss and wasting 50 pence in the seaside arcade. 

I know I should wait until my upcoming "Isn't Britain funny?" post, but could not contain myself. This place didn't even specialize in hot dogs. 

A shared bottle of wine on the pier as we watched the sun set and all the other day trippers disperse.