The sun sinks into the sky somewhere over the Atlantic.
That pointy place in the skyline is Shakespeare Cliff, so-named because it appears in King Lear. It's the closest point to France, from where it can be seen on a clear day. This was taken at 4:15 in the afternoon, a glimpse of what life is like on the 52nd parallel in the winter.
On Saturday, we went over to Dover, about two hours from here. I'd never been to the castle, one of the English Heritage sites open during the off-season. It is not true that if you've seen one castle, you've seen them all. Dover Castle is unique. There you'll find a Roman lighthouse, a Saxon church, medieval tunnels, a Norman castle, Napoleonic casemates (rooms built into the cliffs) and Second World War underground offices. And all the while you can look out over modern shipping routes, as ferries come and go from the busy port.
Two thousand years of history, all in one place.
