Folkestone – pt II

Jayne also rather fancies some images of the Mermaid, though she's never seen it before, despite many trips to Folkestone. So we asked where it was and some kindly folk pointed us in the right direction. She sits just behind a wall looking out to sea, so you approach her from behind. The first thing I noticed was her arse-crack. “It's not a mermaid then Jayne” I observed. But, to be fair, she does have a bit of bronze seaweed attached to the underside of her pretty little be-toed feet, so perhaps she is one of those Daryl Hannah-type mermaids whose tail morphs into human legs when they've dried out a bit.