A gentle stroll along the beach to Broadstairs at the weekend: she-who-must-be-adored was delighted at the lovely weather, the bracing exercise, the beauty of the beach; me grumbling all the way, as usual. Me and exercise are reluctant acquaintances at the best of times... Still, Broadstairs was pretty, as usual. Back there this evening for the fireworks, but sensibly by car, none of this healthy walking stuff. Raglan Place looking as chocolate boxy as always...
And then for a cup of tea at the Royal Harbour on Sunday, when I saw this little beastie drive by. I've seen a few funny Volkswagen buses, but I hadn't seen this one before. The numberplate implies it's quite old, but it looks like a newer body style than the classic microbus, but about two-thirds the size. Very curious, but with a nice VW smile on the front.
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