On Thursday the hubbie and I decided to take a day out from working and explore a different patch of the country. So off we went to Whitstable!
Although the weather was decidedly dodgy-looking (without an instagram filter these photos would have been horribly dark) we had a lovely time. Taking a walk along the almost deserted beach front was heavenly, it was so peaceful and the long, long lines of beach huts, four rows deep were among the prettiest I've seen. They're in such a great position we mused what a beach hut might cost (not that we're in the market, we live nearly two hours' drive away) and then I spotted an ad in a newsagent window. The asking price for a second row beach hut was £18,000. Does that sound like a lot? They're quite big with a little verandah, very pretty and in a great spot so if you used it a lot I guess it could work out as good value.
Whitstable castle, small and perfectly formed
Bikes on the wall above a supermarket, I don't know why…
And after a bite to eat we explored the very fetching town, browsing in vintage shops, cooing over the pretty contents of The Whiting Post and coveting everything in a great shop called Frank, selling stationery and prints. If you fancy a trip to a pretty and distinctly untacky seaside town then I can heartily recommend visiting Whitstable. And if you find out why there are bicycles mounted high up on a shop wall do tell me.
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