This was the opposite of what I expected to see on a quiet Sunday morning on the A20. Across the road, playfully giggling down at his parents, a toddler was sitting at the very top of a towering lamppost. How did he get up there, I wondered. And why were his parents asking him how he got up there rather than taking any steps to get him down? This could be fun, I thought. Maybe firefighters will have to rescue him which would be an exciting spectacle. Unwilling to gawp, I pretended to look for something in my bag, but when I looked up again, the toddler was back on the pavement, laughing at his parents.