Well, in the first Broadstairs blog, I didn’t really say what happened at Broadstairs and as it was such a weird and wonderful day, here goes… We found a parking spot (which is amazing luck) and walked to the seafront. There was a fete with an amateur art exhibition near the bandstand which was a jolly affair selling the usual stuff plus a small jazz band playing on the bandstand. The art exhibition was an interesting mix of contemporary and traditional art and inspiring to look at as we soak up the community spirit of Broadstairs.
Strolling along the promenade was uplifting as you look across the glorious views. I headed towards town to the cafe “The Old Curiosity Shop” which is fascinating because it has a well in it! If you look down the well you will see, not water, but human skeletons at the bottom! Enjoyed a cuppa and tea cake and carried on exploring the small but bustling town. It’s an enticing place with lots of independent cafes, restaurants, pubs and gift shops. Broadstairs may be on the small side but full of character and interest.
At lunch time, I ventured into The Chapel Bar to enjoy a pint and check out the craft beers. The Chapel Bar was an old book shop but has been adapted into a pub. Really quirky because the shelves are still filled with books on everything from philosophy to literature. Quite fascinating. The owners were opening the doors as we arrived and my hubby and I entered the premises eager for a small libation but they weren’t really ready and took about 15 minutes to pour our beers! A person could die of thirst in that place although the beer was delicious so I suppose it was worth the wait.
During the afternoon, we went back to the car, grabbed some beach stuff and sat on the superb beach. It was lovely and had such a warm, family atmosphere even though the weather was cloudy. After an afternoon of people watching, reading and snoozing we ventured into the Dickens’ pub for dinner. This is a great place, commands wonderful views of Viking Bay and is very busy. Luckily, a large party left as we arrived and I managed to seize a table for two. Then it happened. They saw, they entered and conquered. A group of ladies arrived en masse. The noise was unbelievable and I couldn’t help noticing how most of them were tall and fabulous. I quickly realised they all had six inch heels on! Yes, I kid you not. Never seen such glamour. Hair done, makeup done, fab dresses on and boy they partied on. Squashed next to me, screaming with laughter (not me), I managed to enjoy a scrumptious roast dinner but I was glad to depart. They looked absolutely fabulous though and that is great to observe.
After rediscovering the nostalgic grandeur and quirkiness of Broadstairs, I decided that I must frequent it more often so I can explore the surrounding area. Possibly a few days away next August for the annual folk festival…
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