Oooooooooooh I do like to be beside the seasiddde!
How was your BH weekend? I am LOVING the flurry of long weekends we are being treated to right now.
The b l i s s of having bevs on Sunday afternoon followed by Monday mornin’ lay ins (sans the 6AM alarm, eeeeewwweee).
I also love having time for a proper adventure. Get the chores out the way on Sunday, leaving a whole day free for gallivanting with chums. That’s what BH Mondays are for, right? My babin’ blogger pals Fifi, Jordan and I thought it would be nice to venture over to Whitstable for some frolicking on the beach, fish ‘n’chips and ice cream (obvs ice cream) >:)
Armed with all road trip snacks M&S had to offer (veggie Percy Piggs and a bucket mini rolls FYI) Fifi and I hopped on the train outta London.
It was grey, windy and rainy. But y’know, a bit of rain ain’t gonna put us Brits off a trip to the seaside.
It is easy to feel like the seaside is out of reach when you live in London. You forget there is a world beyond zone 3 and end up living in a little bubble where the South Bank becomes your beach!
First stop, the beach huts.
I’m not gonna lie, this was blogger h e a v e n. The most beaut set of candy cotton beach huts satisfying the ever growing blogger craving for pastel walls.
I picked my coordinated hut.
Fifi picked hers.
We were all pretty snap-happy for about 10 mins before trotting down to the beach. Oh, and the sun decided to come on out YAAAS.
We strolled along the shore, appreciating ALL the cute dogs, ice cream stands and a lot of nippers with their faces COVERED with Mr. Whippy.
There were markets, more fish ‘n’ chip shops than you can shake a stick at and HUGE mountains of oyster shells on every corner.
All the talk of fish ‘n’ chips made us hungry, so Jordan showed us to apazza the best fish ‘n’ chip shop in the UK, VC Jones.
Bags of salty, vinegar drenched goodness in hand, we made our way to the nearest sun trap to gobble.
Belly’s full of goodness, we continued our adventure.
Dipping in and out of quaint shops, past wisteria adorned homes, with a few cheeky snaps along the way.
Getting lost in a new place is one of my favourite things to do. Especially when they are so bloomin’ dreamy! I never expected Whitstable to be such a gem, I felt at home even though I had never stepped foot in the town before.
It was about time for an ice cream, don’t ya think?
Jordan persuaded me to try an oyster instead of my usual Mr. Whippy. Apparently its the next best thing. A chocolate and coconut dipped shell with marshmallow, filled with vanilla ice cream…
I might be a convert, it was gone in approx. 30 seconds.
With slightly aching feet, V windswept hair and enough photos to last a lifetime, we made it back to Jordan’s car. I discovered ‘Now That’s What I Call Disney’ (classic Jordan) and we sang *howled* all the way back to the station.
The perfect BH Monday!
P.S my gal Fifi vlogged the whole day, have a ganders here…
What did you get up to?