This will be our final Autumn in Lyon. With that in mind, we made sure to take our opportunity to see the autumnal display. Since taking these photos, most of the trees have lost their leaves and are braced for the coming winter months.
Unlike in Geneva, the water of the two rivers in Lyon is not too distinct and the vantage point not high enough to really appreciate the merging flows. However we were able to walk to the edge and run our hands in both rivers with ease and in safety.
Whitstable is home to a street that disappears and reappears with the tide. The street is called Whitstable Street. It goes no-where but out to sea.
Whitstable Street is a shingle spit that juts out from the town of Whitstable into the sea.
When we visited the tide was out and the street was exposed. We joined numerous dog walkers and tourists to walk out away from the town and towards the sea.
As we walked further along the spit, the ground became increasingly waterlogged. The level of the sand fell ever so gradually across the length of the spit and at the edges. There was no great drop off into the water. Instead stepping off the spit would have put your foot into only a centimetre or so of water.
Signs warn visitors to be careful of the tide as the spit is submerged as the water comes in.
Whitstable is home to rows of beautifully painted beach huts. As a seaside town once famous as a holiday get away for residents of Canterbury and London, the town has seen many changes in fortune. The beach huts however have been maintained and look great.
I shudder at the value these small wooden buildings must command today.
In isolation the beach huts are easy to photograph and look beautiful. A wider shot suggests how Whitstable has had to adapt to a world were tourism is not a reliable source of work and wealth. A large industrial building, I think a gravel works, looms on the horizon near the still working harbour.