Jumping on a train to escape London for the seaside at Brighton is one of my favourite things. Fish and chips on the beach (whilst trying to get comfortable sitting on pebbles!), breathing in the sea air; you can’t beat it. I hadn’t really appreciated until recently, however, just how many beautiful beaches are within a stones throw of London. Whitstable, it turns out, is the gem of them all.
It is so beautiful, and so peaceful. It doesn’t have any of the saucy postcards (darn it!), the ‘kiss me quick’ hats, or the jaw-breaking sticks of rock of the usual English seaside experience and it is all the better for it.
We visited mid-week so practically had the whole town to ourselves. My friend outdid herself by finding us a gorgeous B&B on the sea front and on the first morning we sat having our breakfast looking out at the already shimmering sea.
We walked (16 miles!!) along the sea front to Reculver and back, past rows of beach huts (a photographer’s dream… thanks to my very patient friend for letting me stop and take a photo of EVERY SINGLE beach hut! 😉 ) and mile upon mile or unspoilt beach. As you round the coast at Reculver the ruins of a Roman fort come into view and it really is a sight to see.
If you visit Whitstable, make sure that you take a trip to Samphire on the High Street. Its website doesn’t do it justice, it is a wonderful little place. We wiled away a few hours there one evening, sharing a bottle of red wine, making quick work of the bread and olive oil, savouring the food and watching the chefs work their magic in the open kitchen at the back of the restaurant.
To top it all off, we were treated to two evenings of stunning sunsets. One evening, we were on the beach watching the sunset and people started skimming stones into the water. It made for some slightly different sunset shots! Whitstable, we love you ♥