Whitstable is fair to say, my favourite little village that I have been to so far. Located by the seaside in Canterbury, Kent – it is really quite cosy. Dad introduced Whitstable to us as he used to live there before. To Dad, that little town held a special place in his memory. (Oh, it’s his birthday today. Happy birthday, Dad.)
Anyway, I’d decided to take the cousins there last Saturday. It was an hour and ten minutes journey by train from London St. Pancras station. We arrived at Whitstable station few minutes before 11am.
The distance from the station to the town centre took about ten minutes walking. It was my first time going there by train, and bless the old lady who pointed us the way.
Since my stomach was making all sort of embarrassing noises that morning, we decided to stop for a brunch first of all. Nana and Yaya weren’t as hungry as I was, since they had their breakfasts before leaving London – good for them.
We stopped at a cafe called Tea & Times. I ordered a jacket potato with baked beans and cheese, and a crab sandwich (and also a cup of tea and a cup of cappuccino which had arrived a bit too late to be in the picture). The crab sandwich was so good! I could still taste the fresh crab meat as I’m writing. And now I’m craving for it. Great.
Warning: Heavy load of pictures below.
#OOTD; Checkered button up longline shirt from Muji, black pants from Bershka, black long coat from H&M, shoes from Converse, backpack from Michael Kors, and satin scarf – brought by the cousins, all the way from Malaysia.
Taking pictures with timer was actually fun, despite the fact that I had to run like a mad woman so I could get into the frames just in time. As I’ve mentioned on my Instagram, I thought ten seconds timer was annoyingly a little too long before, but now, I’m giving it all the credits.
I used to have Thalassophobia (fear of open water). No wait, I still have it. Looking at this picture makes me feel dizzy, honestly. Though at the same time, ocean do calms me. How weird.
We basically just walked from the station and all the way to the harbour. We roamed around the town by foot for about five hours (minus two hours of taking pictures around the colourful huts). Despite the tiredness at the end of the day, I think it was worth it. At the very least, I hope the cousins appreciated the place as much as I did.
And Alhamdulillah, the weather was absolutely perfect that day.
Here’s a video log of our journey, if anyone interested in watching.
Thank you for reading.
May you have happy thoughts always,