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We said good night after arranging to meet up with them the next morning and collapsing into our bed. Next morning our son was off with his wife surveying likely places to live while our nieces turned up as scheduled and we set off for a walk round the town. As lunchtime approached we found ourselves once more in The Laynes looking for lunch. As luck would have it a lot of other people had had the same idea so the first couple of places that looked promising were full. Then we stumbled upon a small seafood restaurant called D’Arcy’s which had a table free where we quickly sat ourselves down.
The restaurant is small but the food is good and the prices are reasonable for the good quality of food served so we had a good meal accompanied by a glass of white wine. After lunch we continued our exploration of Brighton before we made our way back to our hotels. Our nieces were staying near our hotel so we finally said our farewells as we would be leaving next morning to visit my cousin and his wife in Whitstable.
Why is it that whenever we want an early morning departure there is always some sporting event going on that necessitates closing the roads in every possible route we could take? Yup, that’s what we discovered after breakfast, but on consulting the concierge he gave us a map, drew a route on it for us and waved us off.
You can always rely on a hotel concierge as I learned when our eldest son was promoted to Head Concierge in a 5-star hotel. They invariably know the answer to virtually any question a visitor can ask. And our one had given us precise and accurate directions to avoid the closed roads. We followed his map and I only made one mistake - when I carried out a left turn and suddenly realised that I was driving on the right. Thank goodness it was a Sunday morning with little traffic so I was able to swoop over to the correct side of the road. After that we had no more problems caused by daft driving and soon found ourselves on the M25 and on our way to Whitstable.
On arrival I found my son had got there before us, the sneaky young devil. We had a reunion with my cousin and his wife and after a quick cuppa we walked down to the clifftop pub where we were booked in for a pub lunch together.
The beauty of Whitstable’s situation is that you can see across the Thames estuary to the Essex coast and swinging Southend. Swivel your head to the left and you have a view of the Isle of Sheppey and turning to the right gives you the panorama of the North Kent coast to Reculver, Reculver Towers and beyond, right out into the North Sea.
So there we were having another family reunion with great food and stunning outlooks. You can’t do better than that.
Late in the afternoon our son with his wife and our grandson returned to Brighton while we stayed on with my cousin for a few days. We spent a pleasant evening chatting and exchanging news of the doings of our family members. We also made inroads into a bottle or two of wine.
The next two days saw us visiting the Westwood shopping centre to buy a couple of items with my cousin’s wife. My cousin, although he’s retired, is active involved with a charity for homeless people in the Canterbury area so he was otherwise involved on that day.
What surprised us at this large shopping centre was how few people were in the shops. Is online shopping having such an impact on the department stores? Or is there another reason that’s not immediately obvious?
The next day saw us take a drive around the Kentish countryside and be back in time to do our packing and take our hosts out for dinner that night at one of our favourite Whitstable restaurants.
Our third morning saw us departing for the Channel Tunnel station on the M20. For some reason the GPS took us on a cross country tour but it could have been that there was a traffic holdup on one of the motorways on our normal route. Our GPS has done this in the past and saved us from quite considerable delays.
Once again we arrived at just the right moment so that we boarded pretty quickly and we were disembarking in Calais in what seemed like moments after boarding. How much this will change after Brexit is anyone’s guess, but I fear it will be for the worse. I remember the years before Britain joined the EU when there would be line after line of vehicles waiting to show their passports, followed by another wait in line to be checked by customs, or even worse, to be pulled over by customs and having to wait while your luggage was unpacked and checked..
We stopped for a light lunch at one of the shopping centres nearby, had a look in C&A’s for a shirt or two and then headed off for Wimereux and our favourite hotel. On arrival I nabbed the last parking slot in the car park and checked in.
Once settled in with our overnight bag I left Jackie tackling her Kindle while I set off on a walk along the prom. I found that whenever we’re travelling I have to grab the chance of some brisk exercise whenever I can as our routines are going to be much more variable than at home.
I was back a little more than half an hour after I started, but I was looking forward to dinner that evening in one of the best restaurants on the coast of the Pas de Calais.
And dinner that evening was all that we had hoped for, only lacking the Sommelier, Valerie, who was having a day off. He always has a great choice of wines, and introduced Jackie to two gins which she had never sampled before, one of from Switzerland which is flavoured with edelweiss, and Hendrick’s gin, which quickly became her gin of choice.
Once again at this hotel we drifted upstairs to our room, feeling as though we had arrived in heaven without having to die first. I didn’t realise how many different ways fish and shellfish could be prepared and served before we discovered this restaurant. I think it could well become our spiritual home.
Next morning, however, we had to leave and were lucky enough to make smooth progress without the heavy traffic which sometimes builds up. We arrived home about 2 p.m.
We haven’t any journeys planned for April, but May will see us packing and setting off twice. We’ll keep you posted.
The restaurant is small but the food is good and the prices are reasonable for the good quality of food served so we had a good meal accompanied by a glass of white wine. After lunch we continued our exploration of Brighton before we made our way back to our hotels. Our nieces were staying near our hotel so we finally said our farewells as we would be leaving next morning to visit my cousin and his wife in Whitstable.
Why is it that whenever we want an early morning departure there is always some sporting event going on that necessitates closing the roads in every possible route we could take? Yup, that’s what we discovered after breakfast, but on consulting the concierge he gave us a map, drew a route on it for us and waved us off.
You can always rely on a hotel concierge as I learned when our eldest son was promoted to Head Concierge in a 5-star hotel. They invariably know the answer to virtually any question a visitor can ask. And our one had given us precise and accurate directions to avoid the closed roads. We followed his map and I only made one mistake - when I carried out a left turn and suddenly realised that I was driving on the right. Thank goodness it was a Sunday morning with little traffic so I was able to swoop over to the correct side of the road. After that we had no more problems caused by daft driving and soon found ourselves on the M25 and on our way to Whitstable.
On arrival I found my son had got there before us, the sneaky young devil. We had a reunion with my cousin and his wife and after a quick cuppa we walked down to the clifftop pub where we were booked in for a pub lunch together.
The beauty of Whitstable’s situation is that you can see across the Thames estuary to the Essex coast and swinging Southend. Swivel your head to the left and you have a view of the Isle of Sheppey and turning to the right gives you the panorama of the North Kent coast to Reculver, Reculver Towers and beyond, right out into the North Sea.
So there we were having another family reunion with great food and stunning outlooks. You can’t do better than that.
Late in the afternoon our son with his wife and our grandson returned to Brighton while we stayed on with my cousin for a few days. We spent a pleasant evening chatting and exchanging news of the doings of our family members. We also made inroads into a bottle or two of wine.
The next two days saw us visiting the Westwood shopping centre to buy a couple of items with my cousin’s wife. My cousin, although he’s retired, is active involved with a charity for homeless people in the Canterbury area so he was otherwise involved on that day.
What surprised us at this large shopping centre was how few people were in the shops. Is online shopping having such an impact on the department stores? Or is there another reason that’s not immediately obvious?
The next day saw us take a drive around the Kentish countryside and be back in time to do our packing and take our hosts out for dinner that night at one of our favourite Whitstable restaurants.
Our third morning saw us departing for the Channel Tunnel station on the M20. For some reason the GPS took us on a cross country tour but it could have been that there was a traffic holdup on one of the motorways on our normal route. Our GPS has done this in the past and saved us from quite considerable delays.
Once again we arrived at just the right moment so that we boarded pretty quickly and we were disembarking in Calais in what seemed like moments after boarding. How much this will change after Brexit is anyone’s guess, but I fear it will be for the worse. I remember the years before Britain joined the EU when there would be line after line of vehicles waiting to show their passports, followed by another wait in line to be checked by customs, or even worse, to be pulled over by customs and having to wait while your luggage was unpacked and checked..
We stopped for a light lunch at one of the shopping centres nearby, had a look in C&A’s for a shirt or two and then headed off for Wimereux and our favourite hotel. On arrival I nabbed the last parking slot in the car park and checked in.
Once settled in with our overnight bag I left Jackie tackling her Kindle while I set off on a walk along the prom. I found that whenever we’re travelling I have to grab the chance of some brisk exercise whenever I can as our routines are going to be much more variable than at home.
I was back a little more than half an hour after I started, but I was looking forward to dinner that evening in one of the best restaurants on the coast of the Pas de Calais.
And dinner that evening was all that we had hoped for, only lacking the Sommelier, Valerie, who was having a day off. He always has a great choice of wines, and introduced Jackie to two gins which she had never sampled before, one of from Switzerland which is flavoured with edelweiss, and Hendrick’s gin, which quickly became her gin of choice.
Once again at this hotel we drifted upstairs to our room, feeling as though we had arrived in heaven without having to die first. I didn’t realise how many different ways fish and shellfish could be prepared and served before we discovered this restaurant. I think it could well become our spiritual home.
Next morning, however, we had to leave and were lucky enough to make smooth progress without the heavy traffic which sometimes builds up. We arrived home about 2 p.m.
We haven’t any journeys planned for April, but May will see us packing and setting off twice. We’ll keep you posted.