I went to the seaside. There was an element of memory-laning here, too as the destination – Broadstairs – is situated on the Kent coast. If you’re not familiar with British geography, imagine Britain is a kneeling man. Broadstairs would be a verruca on his heel.
As a child, from whenever I discovered memories until about 15 we spent two weeks every summer on the Kent coast, a bit further west it is true. But the unfeasibly blue skies, the vertiginous white cliffs and the occasional thunder all brought back a sepia tinted time of sandy sandwiches, sunburn and sleep-ins.
Today Broadstairs is becoming cool. Trendy almost, as London house prices drive people from the capital to places where property is cheaper, commuting not horrendous and lifestyles healthy. We pottered and ate and chatted with our friends and generally enjoyed ourselves immensely.
I even recorded two short stories in Mine Host’s recording studio. I’m not sure it’s a career option for me but it was fun. If anyone wants to spend time on a five minute listen this is the second story. It needs work as a story, as the middle is a touch too explicatory at the moment so drags a little and the same issues with my delivery – too fast, not enough pausing – remain.
In slightly grottier news, the procedure I had to correct a heart arrhythmia didn’t hold so I’m back to square one there. After a long discussion with the consultant I may try a different approach or I may just accept that I will have some minor inconveniences in lifestyle terms and live with it. As I understand it, it won’t get worse and it’s not about to topple me over. I’ll decide soon.
Yesterday our dance teacher held a tea dance at the local church hall, his first since covid brought concepts of community mingling to a crashing halt. One of the big challenges here, when contrasted with our dance lessons is the fact we have to negotiate other dancers as we circle the floor. Latin dances like the cha-cha-cha and rumba are compact but setting off on a Viennese Waltz or foxtrot can seem like taking your life in your hands. The Vet, also a dancer took this sneaky clip of us. Make of it what you will….
And the garden? I’ll post a more detailed set of pictures later but this definitely peak poppy….
And our new guest Tipsy is beginning to tolerate my presence as she explores the garden. Who knows she may yet find my lap…