JOLLY JAUNT TO THE KENT COAST: Tuesday 19th July 2016

On a good day, there is nothing quite like a day at the seaside.

Fifty people, armed with water, sun cream and hats set off from Hertford and Ware to the Kent Coast. Thank goodness Golden Boy coaches have air conditioning and Steve, our driver, was in control.

We made good time to Margate and unloaded at the Turner Contemporary gallery.
It was hot, hot, hot! Definitely a salsa day!

Many opted for a coffee at the gallery café, some wandered into the old town for a mooch, others took a stroll along the rom-pom prom. Ron sped off on his trusty fold-up scooter.
Turner Contemporary: I am not an art aficionado. I loved the see-saw and the book shelves!
Had Dreamland been open, I would have had a ride on the big wheel.

All present and correct, we set off for the short drive to neighbouring Broadstairs.
Costa del Broadstairs. I have never seen an English beach so crowded!

Fish and chips and a beer at the Royal Albion hotel, outside in the shade. Fabulous!

Strolling down to the beach at Viking Bay, where the sand was baking, we picked our way through the crowds of youngsters to the sea for a paddle. Oh the joys!
“If I’d ‘ad a skirt on, I would’ve tucked it into me knickers!”

We chatted and giggled and laughed and reminisced of childhood seaside holidays. We marvelled at the enjoyment of youth, the sparkling sea, the blue sky, the crooked house and the old beach huts. In our aged wisdom, we wondered how much sun lotion had been applied. We investigated the touristy craft shop, selling dinky little beach-hut key-rings, tea-towels and amusing cards.

The cultured among us investigated the Dickens Museum and Bleak House. We went for tea and ice-creams at Morelli’s!

On a good day, there is nothing quite like a day at the seaside.