A rainy Saturday in Whitstable in Kent.
A couple of beers.
A LOT of cheese, oysters and clams and…. VOILA!
Who says romance is dead?
…actually we had a beautiful weekend by the seaside. After an amazing meal and our napkin revision of Maslow, we went walking out on a sandspit into the middle of the sea at midnight whilst a small flotilla of Chinese lanterns sailed overhead.
Just the two of us and the certain knowledge that we would get cut-off by the tide and our bloated bodies would wash up on the shore 3 weeks later, surrounded by the corpses of the rare lesser spotted something or others that were cruelly strangled by the wire frame of the bloody lanterns.
I hate the internet for teaching me these things.
But in your face, facebook! We survived the riptide, and the lanterns were reclaimed and repurposed by a flock of Whitstable artists. No dramas, just a beautiful clear blue sky and breezy Sunday morning promenade to clear the cobwebs.