It was bitterly cold when we decided to go for a walk through Whitstable. We had already walked along the beach at Herne Bay, with the freezing wind, making my face smart and lips burn. This time we traipsed along the High street, but, like an invisible radar, found ourselves walking along by the beach and facing the icy temperature. It was so good to get out east London with its noise, pollution and dirty streets. One of these days I will live by the sea. Whether it's the Kent coast or overseas, who can tell?
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