Whitstable Day-Trip
Posted: Tue 24 March, 2015 Filed under: Day Trips, Domestic, Driving, Getting Organised, Travel 2 Comments »The day trip to Whitstable was thoroughly pleasant, and much needed. Among other things, I’m coming to the conclusion that I really need to have more sea and seaside in my life – it’s something that’s been missing for way too long.
Having written last week about feeling down/flat, wondering what’s going on and so on, I found myself feeling far, far better as soon as I got out the car and heard the noise of waves on the beach. I don’t know why it works like that on me, but it does.
Anyway, as a result, I walked along a large length of the seafront. What the hell, I was there early, and most places weren’t even open, so it was pleasant – and I got to meet a huge Irish Wolfhound as well, for added bonus points. Mainly though it was about just walking and appreciating the noise of the sea. (Such a bloody hippie)
There’s also a load of beach huts along the front, all different – not just in paintscheme, but in style – and I ended up taking photos of a number of those, too. Again, no-one else around, and it was a pleasant way to spend a morning.
It was just what I needed as a ‘day off’ activity, and I ended up walking 5km along the front, taking the odd picture, and just relaxing. I stopped off at a few places as well, and also spent some time sat in wind-free areas – of which there were few – just reading amid the sounds of the waves.
The weather wasn’t perfect – it was grey and blowy – but that didn’t bother me. I wasn’t going there to soak up sun, but instead to just have time out from lots of stuff. And I got that in swathes.
Whitstable’s definitely one of those places I’ll be going back to, and could easily consider as a place to live. It’s not ideal – some of the travelling would be more problematic than it is currently, for example – but at the same time it’s a place I like. It’s on the list when I finally do decide to move on, and let’s leave it at that…
I think I understand your feelings about the sea.
I’m sure that I was at my happiest when I lived 9 miles form Lyme Regis and could go and spend an hour or two walking or sitting on the beach after work.
The sea can undo so much of the damage that humankind (or, human-non-kind) wreaks on the soul.
I still prefer beaches with cliffs and rock pools though – like in the West Country or Wales.
I can’t honestly say that I understand my feelings about the sea – but nor can I deny them. I accept that it’s a part of me, for whatever reasons – and going back to living by the sea is definitely on the list.
When I lived in Weymouth, I was a two-minute walk from the beach. I spent a lot of time on the esplanade, sitting on the edges of the flower-beds (they were edged with paving slabs, so it was easy/comfortable) and reading or working. The blown sand killed a laptop over the course of a year, but it was worth it. 🙂