Walked down to the coast path. It's estuary grim, too austere to be a holiday locale and yet…You have the fort at low tide and the view of Sheerness so near yet so paradoxically far. Then I walked to the end where a grim looking barrier and prohibition sign appears to have a graffiti drawing of Mr Lazy on it. Just to the left was a tiny bit of white beach made of what look like crushed fossils from eons ago. Beyond the fence is what I assume to be a surge of water used to cool industry. I turned right traversing a long path to a road, turned right then left to a long path with the wild bushes tall and close either side, bird song loud, saw a rabbit and a grey squirrel. Then came out on the long avenue-esque Power Station Rd. Surrounded all along by nature I only saw two dog walkers at the outer extremities of this walk. Turning right back into Grain I was charmed by the feral, low road aesthetic of the houses, two piles of gravel in the front garden of a yellow detached bungalow. As I approached where the road forks towards the Co Op or continues towards the old Chapel I heard the loud sound of a woman love making in a house somewhere. It was otherwise rather quiet.
