We had decided to explore Kent while we had a car and so on Saturday morning, with a surprisingly bright blue sky, we set off on our Kentish weekend.
It didn’t take long and before we knew it, we’d bypassed the horrors of South London and arrived in Whitstable in time for an early lunch. It was a seafood selection as we had prawns, crayfish and winkles from the fish market in the harbour washed down with a tiny little half bottle of Prosecco to get us in the holiday mood! Delicious.
Whitstable is full of beautiful chocolate box fisherman’s cottages, everything painted in shades of Farrow & Ball heritage paints. The town gets very busy with Londoners escaping for the weekend and as it was just starting to get busy, we paddled our feet briefly in the cloudy water (surprisingly warm) and then set off to explore a little further along the coast… Herne Bay.
|Pretty Whitstable cottage|
We found a stretch of deserted beach at the far end of the Downs and sat on the pebbled beach for a while. The tiny waves were enough for the Little Dog who wasn’t much of a swimmer, the bright green seaweed apparently more appealing. It was like being back on the Riviera, a calm jade sea, pebbled beach and no one around. Relax.
We clambered back up the hill through the waving grasses and wild flowers to continue our adventure as we continued on to Broadstairs where it turned out to be Folk Week… who knew?!