The weather was too nice to stay indoors this weekend. We drove out of London for some fresh air and stayed away from the scary public transport. We both agreed that it was a wise choice. Brad watched a programme on telly praising the interesting beach at Dungeness and I wouldn’t give up any opportunities to go outside and be in the sun.
Dungeness is on the south coast of Kent and it was only a couple of hours by car. To be honest, I had never heard of Dungeness, but was surprised by the sparkling, silver beach. It was low-tibe when we arrived and the sea was actually about a kilometer away from the beach.
In between the sea and the shingle beach, there was a long walk of soft sand covered by water only up to my ankles. Regardless of the funny texture, it was cool to walk on the water in an hot, sunny afternoon.
Surprisingly, the beach wasn’t as busy as it should be and we had a quiet afternoon in the small town. It wouldn’t be complete going to the sea-side without having some fish & chips and we called it a day after spending half a day at the beach.