The weather this weekend has been far too nice for sitting in front of a computer writing. Instead I’ve been watering the garden, paddling in the sea and drinking Aperol Spritz whilst people-watching on the sea front. Weekends like this are precious commodities, not…
Early each year comes that single, magical, joyful, often unexpected day when winter turns to spring. It doesn’t come when the astronomers or meterologists tell us so, but when nature decides the time is right. The first day of spring can come as early as…
After a night of tumultuous storms, Saturday, the day of our friend Karen’s annual beach hut party, dawned bright and fresh. We made our way to Whitstable on the train and, by way of Regent Street, to the town centre. En route we passed a low…
