I photographed crumbling amusement arcades and overgrown rollercoasters that were once part of Dreamland.
I stroked a meteorite.
I saw a long ago demolished pier through a telescope in Folkestone.
I took a boat to Greenwich, wandered around Greenwich Park, ate a vegan pumpkin and chocolate chip cupcake (purchased in the market) and saw one of the great trees of London: a spanish sweet chestnut.
I stared at fans in the Fan Museum, and smiled when I saw the more modern kind of fan there also.
I looked at photos of space in the Astronomy photographer of the year exhibition at the Royal Observatory.nou
and I organised a meet up of Computer Anonymous: London group.
In Richmond Park, I hid inside trees, photographed purple fungi (jelly drops), visited the Royal Oak, wandered past rutting deer and underneath loudly chirping parakeets, walked through the bracken, and stroked the silk inside a chestnut shell.
I went to antipodienne
's birthday party and played with balloons.
I cut out pictures from magazines to help create personas at a co-design workshop.
I wore five different disguises at work in one day.
I ate jackfruit, I think for the first time.
I paddled in the sea in Folkestone.
I went to birthday drinks for hoshuteki
at the White Hart pub.
I went on two funicular railways - the Folkestone Leas Lift and the Millennium Inclinator in London.
I saw a building trying to float away in Covent Garden. (Alex Chinneck's Take my lightning, but don't steal my thunder.)
I ate at two vegetarian restaurants: Food for Thought in London, and Beanos in Folkestone.
I saw the Designers in Residence: Disruption exhibition at the Design Museum, during a work trip.
I walked from Manor House to Turnpike Lane on a tube walk.
I played Goat Simulator with Corben and ended up controlling an evil angel penguin.
I saw Banksy's street art in Folkestone.
I visited the Turner Contemporary in Margate and saw Jeremy Deller's English Magic exhibition.
I walked on the beach at: Littlestone, Dymchurch, Margate, Folkestone, and Dungeness.
I attempted to read the words on Derek Jarman's Prospect Cottage.
I photographed beautiful lichen and windswept huts at Dungeness and wandered over the shingle.
I saw many artworks during the Folkestone Triennial, went on a lift attached to a viaduct, walked on the platform at a disused railway station, looked at words written on a lighthouse through a telescope, climbed up into a bamboo sculpture, looked at strange beach huts and visited the luckiest place on Earth.