Summer Here At Last?

Waking up stiff legged early Saturday morning, myself and Katie were in the mood to make as much use as the proposed good weather as possible. Woburn Safari Park was touted but I didn’t fancy spending the day in a car having monkeys pull off my wing mirror, we also thought about visiting Mountfitchet Castle but the response to that suggestion didn’t really have us literally jumping in the car to get there.

Then Katie suggested Margate, a place close to home but a place I had never been before. “Excellent” I pronounced and we set sail (in a Toyota Auris) for the sunny shores of Margate.

It took us roughly an hour and a half from Southend, driving slightly over the speed limit to get there before 11am. From what I had heard of Margate talking to people, it was a seaside town with lots of ice cream and sand, I was not surprised. Margate seems to have lost the attraction it once had, the amusements slowly being redeveloped into nightclubs, the seafront becoming home to more restaurants and bistro’s as the popularity of the slot machines wanes.

They still have their lovely beach, the raggedy donkeys taking the little’uns up and down the front. Margate still has it’s ice creams and it’s lovely gardens, things that I think myself and Katie appreciated more than the hundreds of local hoodlums in their tracksuits and faux Ugg boots.

We stayed until the early afternoon and then decided to head home, it was a lovely day and a nice chance to get more photos for the photo album.

On a wedding related note, we attended again yesterday and took communion. It looks as if the male vicar of our church may not be able to do our wedding as he is off sick with stress, so it looks as if his wife will be stepping into the bridge to marry us. This isn’t a bad thing, she is a lot more professional but her husband has the added humour factor of being the most tone deaf vicar I have ever heard. It’s not long now, I am so excited it’s untrue.

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