Tankertonnes.

The evening, yesterday:



The Street is Tankerton's special feature. It just happened. My view is that two different wave directions meet and make it, destroy it, make it, destroy it and keep doing this until the sea or stones run out, which could take hundreds of years according to the Big Issue. It's a great place to leave your kids and has toilet fascilities for the mad, confident and stupid.



The sunset. Kent dominates.



The sunset again, but from another man's eyes.



This sunset-related visual also features stuff.



The moon, just to keep things even. Don't take it too seriously alright?

Now I'm going to the shops, then to London, then the music festival tomorrow. I shan't be taking my camera for reason of cost, but a memory is worth a thousand pounds to a shrink, and that is who I shall be, to myself, upon my return, live and direct on your only dedicated Art Diary. Look after yourself, for fuck's sake.