Yesterday morning I met up with Saboune at King’s Cross St Pancras train station at ten o’clock. Slightly feeling like Harry Potter obviously. After having complained about it being lonely with all my friends working he had taken the day off to hang out with me!
We felt like getting out of London would be good but we didn’t know where to. So in front of the big time tables at the station we saw that the train to Whitstable was leaving in 15 min, which was enough time for us to both buy tickets and breakfast. Done! On board amongst only old people we sat like little losers feeling excited about having done something out of a film. 1 hour and 15 min riding through yellow fields field with sheep we arrived in the tiny seaside town.
Whitstable is famous for its seafood and definitely lived up to it. There were such an abundance of oysters that the shells covered big parts of the beach. All along the shore they served the slimey luxury on paper plates for less than a quid each, as if it was plain fast food. We walked through castles and beach huts, drank white wine and had coffees in large gardens, the seaside wind tearing at our hair and talking about war, having babies and overdoses. We thought that we should migrate with all of our friends out to a town like this, but nahhh we’d probable rot. A brilliant day trip!