Whitstable Beaches

I couldn't let the summer go by without visiting the seaside. For quite some time I found myself enjoying my own company and so I thought as a treat I would go on a mini adventure (in preparation for a much bigger adventure to come - watch this space). When you are stuck in an open plan office as I am, you often find yourself daydreaming of places you want to see and visit. I found myself randomly choosing Whitstable in Kent for my trip.

As you walk along the beaches in Whitstable, you will come across an array of beach houses that you can't stop envying the occupants delight of waking up to amazing sunrises and enjoying the amazing colours of the sunset.

Beach houses line the pathway of Cushing's View

I stopped of for a bit of lunch at the Neptune pub and once done went for a long walk towards the West beach, where the path is lined up of more beach houses and huts.

The beach huts on the West beach come in the same shape and size; but are personalised by owners/occupants in various colourful patterns.

After my walk to the West beach, decided to walk back to the Harbour.

Where the town of Tankerton meets Whitstable is an area known as Tankerton Slopes. I came across this particular beach house and fell in love with it instantly and couldn't stop looking at it. I think it would have to be one my favourite beach houses.

Sat on Tankerton Slopes and thought to myself that I will certainly be returning to Whitstable and next time will stay a little longer. What I really liked about it, was how unspoilt it still remains which gives it its uniqueness of being the perfect secret seaside hideaway.

view from my window

happy feet

My first London Mela

Finally went to London Mela and I came across:-

• People of all shapes and size having fun in the sun
• Five different stages to cater to different tastes
• Discovered a dance group called Akademi who fused kathak dancing with modern dance
• Colourful
• Laughter
• Food
• Dancing
• The sun came out in London and
• Good times

Rajma - tastic

London Zoo

So, on one summer day after work some friends and I went to London zoo. The last time I visited was when I was 4 years old. I have to admit I couldn't remember much of my last visit, but it was lovely walking around the zoo on a friday and taking the atmosphere and enjoying a very good hot dog. Below are a couple of photos from my visit:-

saying sorry

In this year alone, I have lost count of the number of times I've heard people say sorry. As a result, whenever I hear "sorry", the intention has become somewhat devalued to me. Can people not find alternative ways of conveying their regret?