Whitstable is my favourite place in the whole world. In 2003, my grandparents moved to this little seaside town in Kent and I'd spend my school holidays with them. They were such happy times. As there's not a whole lot for a teenage girl to do there, I always found it so relaxing. No friend drama to worry about. No keeping up pretences. No stress. Just relaxing with my grandparents- reading, drawing, visiting the beach. Bliss! After a few years they moved back to our hometown so they could be closer to the family (and didn't have a huge garden to tend for!) and I've only been back once since, when Rich and I spent my 21st birthday there. We'd intended to return for my birthday this year but unexpectedly ended up there earlier this week.
On Monday, we jumped in the car and drove down to Margate to visit Dreamland. Unfortunately, when we got there, we found that it had been closed due to the weekend storms. Of course it was a beautiful, clear day but it's better to be safe than sorry! As we'd travelled a long way, we didn't want to turn around and go straight home. Rich suggested we head to Whitstable instead as we'd passed it on the way. What a great suggestion that was!