The Cones Of Contention, Folkestone

Today we felt like it was time for another trip to the seaside, or to be more precise I did. My brother is sometimes a wee bit more reluctant, at first, to go somewhere than I am but I more than often win him round. I always know when I've convinced him it's a good idea when he utters the mock refrain "How are you getting there?" and I always reply "Well....". This is due to the fact that I cannot drive and he can!
We chose Folkestone for our destination and set out on the longer route that avoided the busier roads which meant it was a smooth journey without any hitches. When we arrived we thought we'd head along the Harbour Arm to see if we could find somewhere for a drink and a bite to eat. Unfortunately, to all intents and purposes everything was closed  and almost deserted which was a bit of a disappointment. Luckily, I did get my first shot (see first extra) of this rather beautiful, if faded, fairground ride. The horses expressions really made them feel as if they were alive and ready to gallop past us! 
By the time we'd walked back into the centre of town we were famished and thirsty (we'd had no breakfast) so we headed up the very steep Old High Street to the Pullman pub for some food (delicious flatbreads - one with southern fried chicken and the other with smoky pork belly) and a pint. There is an ongoing bone of contention in Folkestone that the Harbour Arm, particularly in the summer months, takes a lot of business away from the rest of the town but today it was quiet everywhere in Folkestone. I took the main image on one of the other steep streets where this man seemed to be struggling a bit under the wait of two full shopping bags and a rucksack. I really liked these "huge" ice cream cones and how the perspective seemed to make them look like they were towering over him. 
For the last part of the visit we headed to a part of the town we hadn't been to before, The Leas. It sits high above the seafront and it was here we came across the Step Short Centenary Arch which commemorates the many thousands of men and women who passed through the town in the service of their country during the First World War. This is where I took the last extra - the arch was so big that to fit it into my composition I had to lie on my back and point my camera at the sky. I thought it would be great to try and frame some of the brutalist architecture in the vicinity within its confines. It was dedicated by HRH Prince Henry of Wales in 2014. I had no idea that this is actually Prince Harry's real name. In full it's Henry Charles Albert David!
After all of that it was time to head home and we again thought we'd take the slower journey home this time via Lydd but we somehow got lost and ended up going along a very winding circuit through countryside. For a whole thirty minutes we did not come across another vehicle of any kind. This area is also split by drainage channels with the wonderful name of petty sewers, each with different names which included Westbrook, Dering, Wainway and Lower Agney. Eventually we did find our way back to civilisation and then on to home. Needless to say my brother doesn't fancy driving again for a couple of days but we did have a great day out so he thought it was worth it in the end!