With Spring on our doorstep, and with lots of annual leave to take, I decided that it was about time to take a trip to the seaside. As per my travel goals for 2018, this year I want to make a conscious effort to visit more places in the UK, which will focus on both trips to new places and visits to some old favourites.
Without a shadow of a doubt, Whitstable is one of my favourite places in the whole world, mostly because for me it holds a lot of sentimental value. I’ve been visiting it ever since I was a child in the late 90s, long before it became a seaside hipster hub for working professionals to relocate to when they become tired of London life (it’s practically Shoreditch-on-sea now compared to what it used to be). The high street has rows of boutique shops and every building has a fresh coat of paint. We even stopped for a warm beverage in an independent coffee shop (oh, how east London of us).
Of course our first stop was for fish and chips. In all the excitement of having the day off work, I had actually forgotten to eat anything for breakfast, which is a rarity for me, so by the time we reached the end of our 1 hour car journey I was ravenous. Eating just had to be a priority. Something that I had forgotten after neglecting my beloved seaside town for nearly 2 years, is that the fish and chip shop we always go to doesn’t accept card payments. Sure, James wasn’t thrilled about having to find a cash point as soon as he had finished eating, but for me it was a reminder of how charming Whitstable is. The whole town seems so quaint and peaceful. As we had chosen to schedule our adventure for a Friday, everywhere we wandered to was near enough deserted (which I promise suited us just fine). We walked along the beach front without having to wrestle other visitors for the path. I’m also pretty confident we saw more dogs than people in our whole day.
By some random stroke of luck, we managed to book a day off when the sun was actually shining and the temperature had crept up in to the very early teens. Of course, after all the blizzards and snowfall, this made Whitstable feel like a tropical paradise, and made our walk along the beach front all the more pleasurable. It was the first time in a long time that I can remember feeling the sun on my skin, and for a brief second I actually felt like I had transported to Barcelona *I am aware this all sounds very dramatic but I am so pale and haggard from this winter I feel like I could keel over at any minute*. We found a small bench to sit on and spent half an hour just admiring the views and soaking up the sun.
One added bonus about knowing this pretty town like the back of my hand, was knowing that good places to park. There are plenty of good car parks along the high street, however they are now very expensive *it looks like Whitstable isn’t immune to inflation as I would have hoped*. We drove the car up to Tankerton (the next small town along) and parked on the road so we didn’t have to pay for parking #lifehack.
I can’t really ever see myself moving out of London, my heart truly belongs in the city. But, if I were ever to relocate in search of calmer pastures, Whitstable would be number 1 on my list.