Last sunday Mr LROC and took a drive down to Broadstairs - in search of fish and chips, the beautiful cliff formations of Botany Bay and a sneaky way to try and extend what was left of the all-too-brief British summer.
We drove to Joss bay, namely because Mr LROC is also a Joss and everyone needs a namesake.
Walking along the beach, underneath the huge chalk cliffs gave me time to ponder on the nature of summer and of the kind of hope it brings. As a child in the school holidays the summer stretches out endlessly in front of us, every day is a new adventure. As an adult we eagerly seize the first warm days of the season, preparing hasty picnics and decamping to London's parks to drink cider and beer. Days in the park meeting friends turn into impromptu dinners out, then into the best evening you've had in ages with no plans made. You feel like this will continue indefinitely and the need to enjoy yourself becomes less urgent, so when the rain starts mid August and you have failed to fully potentialise the summer, the itch to go somewhere warm and sunny kicks in. To this end we are contemplating jetting off somewhere - cheap and cheerful is the name of the game but we are in disagreement with regards exactly where.
Even the word resort brings me out in a rash, anywhere with organised entertainment will have me wondering if the local pharmacy stocks cyanide pills; but Joss doesn't want to travel independently this time and spend a large portion of time riding planes, trains and automobuses. Having said that we can't afford the kind of elegantly arranged, thoughtfully put together trips that Black Tomato offers. So where will we go - we're currently at loggerheads with regards this, so watch this space. What we do know is we're planning on doing a mini tour of Vietnam in the new year - so maybe I can compromise and go bucket and spade this time around?
As you can see from the pics above I came across what felt like a personalised sign scribbled onto the sea defences - Eleanor fatty certainly seems to sum up how I feel at the moment. I'm not sure whether I can keep up with the required amount of cake eating and baking required to keep this blog up to date! I think a two week crash diet is required.
I'm in Paris tomorrow so no doubt will consume copious amounts of macarons and other delectable Parisian pastries but from tuesday onwards I'm having a healthy snack box delivered for my lunch from Graze so I'll feed back on that one if any poundage is lost. Afterall if we do agree on a destination there may be bikini wearing...
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