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Saturday, 20 May 2017

The Peter Cushing (Whitstable, Kent)

I can't add this to my mission count.  

We starting the day with gamma, took a drive to Whitstable with a single, simple mission, visit this pub.  It looked really good online so I was actually excited to see it.  Before the pub, however, we thought, let's take a trip to the sea front, and that is what we did.  Parking was not fun, there seems to be a few small car parks on the front, most of which stated 'no parking' near any of the spaces.  We were lucky in the end as someone was leaving just as we arrived.  Parked up.  Walked along the front, and everyone was eating either ice cream or chips.  By this time we were hungry.  We got chips along the front (from a chop that smelt like fish, which was not good), chips were good.  In my mind I could hear an Ice Cream calling me 'eat me' it said, 'eat me' (again).  We went to the van and got ice cream.  I had to. I was told.

We then took a walk into the town to find this pub.  By the time we finally found it (it is nearly on the way back out if you park at the front), neither gamma, the wife or I were 'in the mood' for a spoons (yes it happens), so we gave it a miss.  

So, that's it folks, all the above words to tell you that I didn't actually go in the pub. 

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