Daaaaarn in Margate

I was up with the lark to walk Jude before dashing off to Victoria and taking the train to Margate, meeting up with Juliette and Trent on the way. Di met us at the station and we trooped back to her fabulous house for a delicious lunch. By the time we got out for a walk along the seafront it was already dark, and it was pretty cold and windy too, so we just paused briefly to stare into the inky blackness relieved only by the occasional line of white water as the waves broke beneath the promenade. We found a cosy pub, ideal for a couple of aperitifs and then went back to the house to make dinner. Juliette and I excelled with a parsnip and sweet potato mash, and a butternut squash flan. Washed down with plenty of vino, it was a superb evening. Di and I sat up late discussing our various cod-philosophies, which thank goodness my brain decided not to store.

Sunday was beautifully sunny, and we headed back down for a blow along the front. The obligatory fish and chips lunch was partaken overlooking the harbour, and it wasn't long before we were embarking back upon the rather arduous journey home, which involved a bus to Faversham and a train which stopped at every pillar and gatepost after that. Nevermind, I was home in time for the Antiques Roadshow (!), a soak in the bath and The Producers on DVD which was a hoot.