Whitstable

I went on an expedition to the north coast of Kent with Fran and Sarah the other day.
We had a fabulous lunch at the Michelin-starred Sportsman in Seasalter (smoked mackerel starter highly recommended) and were impressed by the highly civilised response of the staff to my spectacular smashing of a wine glass.
We then repaired to Whitstable to forage for books and saunter along the shingle beach. Then we sat in Sarah’s idyllic garden which is several hundred miles long, having a nice chat with Stuart and Rufus the cat from next door.

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