It was so nice waking up to this view on Saturday morning.
Despite the rain that had been battering the roof down all night, the sun was shining, so after a big fry up we piled into cars and headed off to the coast.
Although it was sunny, it wasn’t exactly warm, but that didn’t stop my boyfriend and I going down to the sea – which was FREEZING!
I found some shells and we walked along until it got too cold and our fingers were about to drop off, when we retired to a nearby pub for a much deserved lunch. Everyone else had jacket potato but I went for cheese – forever unhealthy!
We headed back into Rye in the afternoon, this time to check out the antique shops. My boyfriend gently dissuaded me from buying absolutely everything I saw…vintage furniture is my weakness!
I eventually came away with a glass bottle and a gorgeous candle – cappuccino chocolate flavoured? How could I say no!
We went home for more crucial games. This is a defining moment in my life right here.
I didn't lose! Amazing!
In the evening we all got ready for dinner…
And headed to a nearby pub for yet more hearty, feels-good-for-you-even-though-it-isn’t food. I had fishcake to start…
Followed by the biggest steak you’ve ever seen and a mountain of chips. You’d think I wouldn’t have any room left, but somehow I still managed to polish off this humungous toffee sundae.
We staggered back home to bed, full and happy – I went to sleep even earlier than I would in the week!
Day 3 in Kent started similarly to Day 2 – with a sunny view and a fry up. We had to pack up and leave – which clearly, my boyfriend and I did slightly unsuccessfully, as we both left things behind...including my make up bag. NIGHTMARE.
We spent the morning in Hastings. It has a pretty sea front, which we walked along until we got freezing and dipped into the free Shipwreck Museum.
Suitably warm, we braved the cliff front lift – built in Victorian times, it hauls you up the cliff, giving impressive views…
But slightly terrifying weather! We didn’t stay up for long!
Safely down on the ground, we meandered around some shops before settling down for yet another pub lunch. This time I went for a sausage sandwich - healthy, again!
Somehow we still managed to go to the sweet shop afterwards!
It wasn’t much longer before we had to say goodbye. I really miss my parents and sister when I’m in London, and weekends like this help so much – somehow, I feel like they bring me back to myself. Like when I’m away I forget who I really am – I get carried away by the bright lights of London and the flashy bars and the shops, and I start to feel like I need £50 a head dinners and £40 candles and £1000 handbags to be happy. Just one weekend with my family reminds me that none of these things matter, not even a little bit. The only thing that matters is spending time with the people you love. I think that’s the secret to life!