You silly old Kent

When in Kent drink beer. This is no Shepherds Neame but standard fare for this holiday, whatever Tim Norman can shift for a couple of quid in Spoons.

We did go distinctly more upmarket in Whitstable in the Old Neptune, right on the beach and on a sunny day with a clear sea you could be abroad but it's Kent shite you are swimming in, not Spanish. 

We saw a lot of the sea, and with kids why not. They loved it.  Whitstable, Herne Bay. Margate, Broadstairs, Ramsgate, all with their own charms and often with views of distant Southend and French France  on the horizon.

Margate, fast becoming boho.

Herne Bay, kiss me quick hats vibe

Whitstable with it's black boarded faux Aldeburgh chic

Ramsgate being sub-Dover

Broadstairs was just nice.

Botany Bay was chalky.

We did venture inland to Grove Ferry for a paddle whilst I looked at the river which was rammed with roach.

And Canterbury where I didn't pay 14 quid to walk around the cathedral but did look at the river which was rammed with dace.

A cracking week away.