We woke on the second morning in our Tiny House, some earlier than others…
On the agenda for the day (after a breakfast fit for a birthday king) was more adventuring on the coast. And so, off to Margate we drove.
The winds were powerful and buffeted us as we enjoyed a bracing walk along the seafront and through the back streets of this archetypal seaside town.
Had we been dog-free, we certainly would have paid the Turner Contemporary a visit. Regardless, the structure was impressive and imposing from the outside and I revelled in a quick dip into the gift shop. Aren’t museum gift shops the best?!
This was one of those days where we didn’t really ‘do’ much, but instead enjoyed lazily ambling around the charming and eclectic independent shops and treasure troves. As the saying goes, ‘time you enjoyed wasting was not time wasted’.
Memorably we were also caught out in a sudden and torrential downpour. As you can see, this resulted in a notably dishevelled pupper!
In true 30-something style, we dried off and filled our tummies at the local garden centre before making the drive back to London. So if little adventures, seaside towns, good food, dog walks and garden centres are what being 30 is all about… sign me up.