It was one of those hot clear days

That Folkestone sees so much of 

With every colour incredibly bright 

And every outline hard and defined

 

Jane and I were walking along The Leas

And admiring the spectacular views out to sea

The temperature was touching twenty eight degrees

It was so hot that the breeze had faded to almost nothing

We stopped for a while and shared a bitter iced coffee

It was then that Jane found a slip of paper hidden in a book

 

Whose description of Folkestone is this

It appears to have been written by HG Wells

Why would he have written this 

Because he lived near Sandgate for a while 

Is his house still standing 

Yes 

Then may we see it 

It is a private residence now

Then we shall admire it from afar

 

 

William has just finished reading

The War of the Worlds 

He knows that life is possible on Mars

 

Jane has yet to read her new book

The History of Mr Polly

But she has read the note enclosed