Tuesday, March 30, 2010

sunday oysters

More oysters and rosé on the Sunday! and we met the King of Whitstable himself... he was selling icecreams out of a sweet little shed that you can see from the window above. I loved the the lights they had in this place, they had that industrial 60s thing going on...

The Neptune

A rather gorgeous old pub on the beach.

Pearsons Arms

We ate that night at the Pearsons Arms, a rather merry yet chic pub situated right on the sea wall. We started with 10 perfect oysters, with just a hint of lemon and tabasco - (although i think they're best when completely unaccompanied). I had the most delicious smoked fish pie I've ever eaten. The lovely staff then sent us on our way to the Neptune, a rollicking dance pub on the beach itself 5 minutes walk away and filled to the brim with a mix of characterful locals.

Windy ridge

We stayed at Windy Ridge, a Shining-esque b&b a little way out of town on a ridge overlooking both countryside and sea. Delivered there by an otherworldly cab driver with a cheerfully stripy tie, we were introduced to the proprietress Jean, who had spent 20 years in NZ running the Pt Erin, Parnell and Onehunga pools.

weekend seabreak

We decided to head to the seaside again. This time to Whitstable, a little artist's colony on the Kentish coast that is highly regarded for its seafood and village charm. The weather was haphazard, simultaneously grey and wet yet with the promise of sun further south. Sometimes the English countryside can be poetry, and other times littered with submarines and power stations.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Spring is creeping into existence slowly, slowly

There's now more pools of sunlight then ever, and we've even started venturing out into the backyard. No sign of red breasted robins, just the odd rogue magpie or crow. Daniel picked up some hydrangeas for me today from the markets and there are small buds on the bare tree out my bedroom window. I'm also cherishing the handwriting of an old friend, a letter sent from far, far away.