Feeling a need to venture further afield — in order to escape the tedium of a bank holiday weekend for one thing, and because sometimes I just need space to think — I set out for the North Kent Coast. Herne Bay was due to be photographed.
It was foggy to when I left home, but as I got closer to the coast the sky cleared and the sun shone. It turned into a lovely late spring morning.
A shame, then, that Herne Bay was so dull. Seriously. There was nothing to see. A shingle beach, the usual seafront shops and cafés, pay-and-display parking, and a flat blue sea. Even the gulls were just sitting there, waiting for something to happen.
I don’t wish to denigrate the town. Herne Bay has a certain amount of history to it, and it’s surely a pity the pier isn’t in its original form — though there are plans to try and rebuild the structure. I don’t think my problem was Herne Bay itself, more that fact that the weather was just so, well, nice.
I had been hoping for a little drama with the meteorology, but the sun shone resolutely the whole time I was there. That’s great for those venturing to the seaside for sun worship and the beach, but it makes for boring photography from my point of view.
I left Herne Bay, feeling a little downcast it has to be said. I will return, though. In the off season, when the autumn and winter weather will make the seafront a more dramatic place to be. In the meantime, I wish Herne Bay a warm, sunny, crowded and prosperous summer.