Whitstable

So today I went to the seaside.

After a few weekends of moping around the house we decided to take advantage of the good weather to go for a road trip down to the coast. It’s a short jaunt down to Whitstable, we’d never been before, and that’s how we wound up on a beach at the end of January.

Note to self: Blue sky in January does not mean it’s warm.

Whitstable is a small seaside town in Kent. It’s a popular haunt for oyster lovers and has a fab collection of buildings dating from 1778 onwards giving it a funky, eclectic feel. This moves into the downright bohemian in places with a high proliferation of artists, galleries and craft stores that make it a good afternoon out. If you like that sort of thing. And I do.

Anyway, after G ran amok with her camera on the beach we retired to a popular eatery and I consumed my own body weight in pasta. Then we discovered the chocolate shop: Coco – all I caught from G was: Mmmmmmmm. By which I take it you should try it.

‘Twas fun and now I’m off to do some writing. Byyyeeeeeee.

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