Another fine autumn day (though quite misty to start with), so we decided to take the train to Whitstable. Apart from a bit of chaos at Bromley South with a medical emergency on (another) train, an uneventful journey through the Kent countryside.
Crossing the Medway at Rochester is always interesting:
As we pulled into Whitstable, the sun broke through from the clouds. There is a small recreation ground quite close to the station, so Rocco was able to let of a bit of steam. Then off the beach to find a pub, and after the usual rigmarole of signing in, we’re sitting on the beach with a beer:
We didn’t like the disposable plastic glasses, but noticed they had some branded reusable plastic glasses for sale, so we had our next pint in those:
A nice (but fried) lunch in the sunshine, and Rocco was pleased to get a few chips:
After lunch, we found a quiet bit of beach for Rocco to have a swim in the sea, though unusually, he just had a paddle:
We then walked along the beach to the harbour:
Then onto the quieter beach at the east side of the town:
Rocco took an interest in a large plant container:
Then it was back to the station for our train home:
On the way back, the tide had come in and the Medway looked more inviting in the sunshine:
We sat at the end of the train this time, so Rocco had the corridor all to himself without people trying to get past!
A nice day out.