The sea, the sea...

What a spontaneously lovely weekend! It started out rather gruesomely with the Boy developing a tummy bug for 8 hours of dehydration. Not fun. But the upshot of it was that his horrid week of nights was brought to an abrupt halt and so he had two days recovering from the nights and the bug which meant that he was bored of loafing around the house by the time Saturday came...

I decided that stretching his birthday over ten days wasn't quite good enough, being as he had lost all sense of time and place in the six dark days of on calls. So, breakfast in bed and hideously indulgent lying in triumphantly achieved, we decided on a drive into the country and out of the city. Hoorah!

Kent always seems to be our destination of choice. Adjacent to the Blackwall tunnel as we are, it's just the quickest way out of London and therefore on into the land of oast houses and no hills.

Whitstable. Oh lovely whitstable. If only the Boy ate fish. The sheer number of delectable looking oyster bars.... Ho hum. We made do with cream tea at the Tudor Cafe complete with beams and gingham tablecloths...

And watched the ships come in at the harbour...



Ambling around the shops and found myself a rather splendid cake knife at one of the many charity shops there... Fab little nooks and crannies to be found right down Harbour Street...



Can't recommend it enough!