I was reading Martin Heidegger’s Being and Time in Ramsgate yesterday

It was hot and really I was just loafing through this vast work and enjoying an ice cold Coke when an American couple sat at the table opposite me

For some reason I found the woman looking at me or rather what I was reading – she then asked me what the book was as reading was one of her great passions

More as a joke I told her that I was reading a book written by a German chap named Martin Heidegger and it was rather good (Heidegger like Wittgenstein amongst others is almost impossible to read)

I struggle with him constantly

The women whose name was Maureen wrote his name down and said that she would look him up when she returned to the USA

As my train was on its way I wished Jack and Maureen a happy holiday in the UK and recommended Canterbury as a place to visit as it is a very beautiful city

I must say this brief encounter brought a smile to my lips as my train crawled through the parched deserts that used to be The Garden of England

Whatever would Martin have made of it I wondered – even if he cared at all