Ancient Ruins

I've finally realised that I'm supposed to add new chapters at the beginning, not at the end so that it runs in chronological order; this makes it easier for you to read and me to write new chapters without having to turn to the end every new day. Sorry about that wasted time so far.
I had written today's entry, but it disappeared, so I'll try again. It was pretty boring, I have to say, although the day itself wasn't too bad. It started cold and rainy in Canterbury, while we walked around St Augustine's Abbey, a ruin dating from 1500 years ago. Before that we had been to the Roman Museum. Such antiquity. It boggles the (well, my) mind. We joined the Heritage Trust today, so that we can get free entry into a bunch of historic places, because they are the places that really appeal. I love the idea that all through history, every generation has believed that they are at the pinnacle of knowledge and sophistication. We are all so naive about what will

follow, but some time in the future more smug bastards like me will look back and marvel at how unsophisticated and sad and under-technologised our lives are. What beautiful irony.
We came through Margate, going through the Turner Contemporary, and only realising as we got to the end that the word "contemporary" in the gallery title would actually suggest that there won't be any Turners to see. (Actually, there was a miniature self-portrait painted when he was 15, but it wasn't quite what we had in mind.) It was a good gallery though: better laid-out and more thought -provoking than the Tate, we thought.
And then we continued on to Broadstairs, on the recommendation of the man who sold us the camera last night. From here we walked to Ramsgate, on the recommendation of our B&B lady. A good walk, but she grossly underquoted the distance and the time it would take. But we had a good meal at the Belgian Cafe. Stephen had Spotted Dick, with BOTH custard and ice-cream. Luckily it turned out to be a dessert, so that was okay.