If in doubt revert to organising trips - which is how we found ourselves on a train from Victoria heading to the seaside town of Whitstable. The sun was out, bikini's were packed, throats were ready for pimms. Let's give this English seaside thing a go.
Turns out Whitstable is a delight - lots of lovely food stalls running all along the coastline. I got involved with the Oysters. We all got involved with fish and chips, and cheap white wine. As luck would have it we picked England's hottest day - so in typical English style I went for a dip. My lovely Greek friend thought I was crazy. I floated reminiscing about doing the very same thing only months earlier in the Caribbean. I found myself thinking that England wasn't so bad after all. Then a crisp packet floated past me ......
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