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We love getting out of London on weekends! On Saturday we packed our bags and borrowed a car and headed for the East Coast. We stopped off at Herme Bay to see a Roman fort, and then we drove through Margate, Broadstairs and Ramsgate where we sat on the harbour and ate an all day breakfast at 1pm at a quaint local place called “Ship Shape”. We read the dailies and enjoyed the beautiful potted marigolds and sails whistling in the breeze.
Pics: 1 Grasses at the Roman fort | 2. The North Sea | 3. Broadstairs beach | 4. Ramsgate harbour | 5. Ship shape | 6. Me, the dailies and tea | 7. Marigolds
We then mozied through a beautiful place called Sandwich {seriously! How cool?}, stopping off at Delf Farm Stall to admire the chickens and to buy some delicious Mrs Darlington’s cranberry sauce with Port…I loved the branding of these products. We also bought a bottle of Shandy and a bottle of Ginger Beer by Fentimans.We arrived in Deal and found Clifford Park, where we set up our tent and spread out a blanket and dozed in the sun, also enjoying tea out of our Thermos and some bread pudding. I read My Cool Caravan {thank you Tans!} and got well inspired to buy a camper van of sorts for our travels! I am sure this blog will come in handy in our venture to buy a VW…
In the evening we went for a walk along Deal pier and we took our Fentimans to the pebble beach and enjoyed the late sun before heading to The Black Douglas, a quaint coffee house on the beach front {reviews here and pics here}. Bruce…you would have loved this place!
We enjoyed roasted sunflower seeds and olives on the table, then Pinot Grigio and Grolsch with a starter of parma ham, figs, ciabbatta in olive oil and balsamic. Mains were a ham, portobello mushroom and blue cheese stone-baked pizza for Steven and an aubergine parmigiana for me. We could not fit dessert in {they looked DELICIOUS} so finished off with lattes instead…and they were also good. Oh my. I loved the laidback, mismatched, quaint and warm vibe of this old beachfront house. We sat downstairs where most of the locals were dining and catching up on the week’s news across the tables. Friends of the hostess, Phoebe, came in and out, parking their bicycles outside, unlocked and with all belongings in the basket! When something was needed from the shop, someone would pop out and jump on their bicycle to the rescue…I absolutely loved the community feeling of this small town restaurant! The outside garden was littered with lanterns, Phil Collins sung out over us, and the hustle and bustle of the walk through kitchen created a feeling of eating in a friend’s dining room. The bill is hand written and there is no cash machine. It is just plain and simple. Perfect.
On Sunday morning we played with the campsite’s ginger cat and ate cherries and almonds and other fruits for breakfast in the sun, before packing up and heading to the beach. We admired Deal castle and the fishing boats on the beach, lay in the sun and soaked it all in, with an ice-cream break at the seriously retro beach parlour. This place was something out of the glory days with Knickerbocker Glory sundaes, hot dogs, milk shakes, soda floats, pastel chairs, big swinging fans and proper toasted sarnies! We couldn’t resist lunch there and had the most delicious and oozing ham and cheese toasties {to forget the less appealing pot of whelks that we bought on the beach front for a pound…trying the local fare, eh}.
In the arvie, we mozied home via Dover, with it’s white cliffs and ferries coming and going to France {which we could see because it was beautifully clear!} and then through all sorts of small, quiet back roads to Heathfield, where we picked up a lovely old Singer sewing machine off ebay which has joined the family…and back to London for Sunday night pancakes, the Wimbledon final highlights and a good night sleep.