Yesterday I drove home from Kent. Back up through the spine of England. In the pouring rain. In Kent the weather had been wonderful. Sunshine and blue skies beside the sea.
The fresh sea air was refreshing and cleansing.
I was replenished from the well of family.
Much laughter and talk fed me from the deep waters that is the cradle of my parents home.
Day one - We didn't stray too far. We ratched around some charity shops in town.
Then drank in the seafront promenade and a pot of tea within the renovated Bandstand.
As we sat and drank in the tea and sunshine.
Our minds were no doubt awash with our own youthful memories.
Spent dancing and romancing along this promenade. Thirty years apart.
(Some of the images are clickable to enlarge)
The seafront Bandstand
Room with a View
Inspired by people watching in cafes by Merisi,
though not quite the same
Watching me, watching you!
Day two - We visited Ramsgate Cemetery. My grandmother is buried there. The cemetery is not well maintained nor pristine. The grass not manicured within an inch of its life, nor are the graves regularly visited or well kempt. Thus the atmosphere is magically serene and welcoming. I always enjoy my rare visits.
A walk of Remembrance
... all in a row...
I always fancy that Nana is laughing or dancing around, looking glamorous.
Raising a perfectly pencilled eyebrow when she hears us approach
and leaves her erstwhile friends to return a while to her resting place.
Nana at 44, oh those legs!
We decided that some retail therapy and potential heavy spending
at TK Maxx would balance up our day.
Though As Moannie reported HERE we did not find much to buy.
More images of the trip to post this week. Stay tuned.