Today's card dates from 1924, and portrays a gent (perhaps a local millionaire from days gone by) quenching his thirst in fine style. At least he was only wet on the inside, unlike the rest of Thanet this evening.I think Thanet is taking this microclimate thing a bit far, quite frankly. At lunchtime, we were at a Pick Your Own farm on the way to Sandwich, hauling sizeable punnets of raspberries and strawberries to the till, and looking forward to going back in a few weeks for cherries, gooseberries, plums and courgettes; an hour or two later down at the harbour with a cold drink, enjoying the sunshine - and then before you know it, it's a monsoon!
The torrential rain, thunder and lightning are all inevitable, what with tennis on at Eastbourne and Wimbledon just round the corner, but there's still no need for it.
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I say, you haven't been and sneaked a quick snap of me enjoying a pint of the Gaddfather's finest, have you?
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