A beautiful day here in Ramsgate, the Millionaires' Playground. Blue skies with the odd fluffy cloud being blown along by the standard biting wind. My view of the silver briny blighted only marginally by the camper van which has decided to park opposite my study window.
Hold on, though, here comes the owner, a middle-aged man wearing one of those gaudy, yellow, high visibility jackets. He's probably about to set off again.
In he gets.
He's moving to the back of the van and getting into a small cupboard.
He's been there some time now.
Oh well, I suppose one must at least be grateful that he's not doing it on the pavement.