Before we both head off and start our new adventures, we felt it was really important to take the time and go on a holiday together. We didn’t want anything fancy or exciting, just a nice and quiet place to rest, get our bearings, and reconnect after a few weeks apart.
I also decided that I really needed to see Mama Ocean, so we found a lovely airbnb apartment in a little seaside town called Folkestone. We didn’t really know anything about the place. Since we had to book really short notice, we just took the first thing that got offered to us, and a day after I got back to London, we headed off.
It didn’t start quite as idyllic as we would have wished for. That morning, I was rummaging around some of the boxes that had come in with our shipping, and we discovered that two of the boxes had most likely been pretty much soaked through – and not quite dried out again yet. One of the boxes contained Trev’s priced synthesizers, the othe a bunch of clothes, including some of my ballgowns and favourite dresses.
Of course we couldn’t really let all these things keep on rotting in those boxes, so we spent the better part of the day unpacking, assessing the damage, drying things out, taking pictures for the insurance claim, and then putting things away again somewhere safe and dry.
It was quite emotionally draining too, to try and come to terms with this sort of realisation slammed in your face unsuspectingly. So we were really ready for some serious relaxation when we arrived in Folkestone. Sadly, our trials were not quite over yet. When we arrived at the flat, we realised that the owners must have left the wrong keys for us. Since it was quite late already and we couldn’t get hold of anyone, we had to get a hotel room for the night.
The room was super awesome though, and all the hotel stuff so lovely and friendly that in the end we considered ourselves lucky to have landed there.
Our first day at the coast was super rainy, which didn’t vex us much since we hadn’t been counting on anything else than British weather. We had a quick look around town which didn’t take a long time, and then decided to hit the cinema for the afternoon.
The rest of our week was surprisingly very sunny and warm. Folkestone has an absolutely gorgeous promenade up on the cliffs overlooking the beaches and the sea. The cliffside itself has been turned into an awesome, almost mediterranian feeling park walkway. And once you get to the bottom, there are the beaches. It felt so good to just spend some time sitting watching the waves roll in and of course combing for beach treasures (mostly stones because that’s what you find on pebbled beaches, but hey! Stones are amazing!).
We had a few ideas of things to do for the week, but in the end didn’t really feel like much more than hanging out in a pub overlooking the harbour with pints of cider, watching anime shows whilst eating takeout pizza, and going for random walks around town.
We did end up on a lovely walk along the beach on a gloriously hot and sunny day because we wanted to see the chalk cliffs between Folkestone and Dover. We didn’t really anticipate a long walk, and so we rambled through the countryside at our leisure, taking pictures and snacking on blackberries as we went along.
When we got to the cliffs though we didn’t really want to stop and so we decided that we would walk all the way to Dover and then take the train back. I must have doubled the weight of my backpack on the way because I was collecting so many lovely stones. We passed secret campsites, abandoned boat houses, and nudist beaches on our way, but when we thought we had arrived, we realised we had only made it to the seaside quay that was the closest beach to dover and in order to get into town we’d have to get all the way to the top of the cliffs and back down on the other side.
(This is not a random picture: If you look closely you can see that the plant in the middle is actually wild kale, of which there was loads all along the path. It’s very tough and bitter though, so we didn’t forage.)
Luckily, there was a tunnel that cut off some of the height, but by the time we reached Dover, we were pretty knackered. Also, Dover is not exactly a pretty town, so we quickly found the trainstation and made our way back.
All in all, we had a wonderful time, and feel more refreshed and rested than before we left. I am heading off to Somerset in a couple of days, so I am busy unpacking and repacking stuff for my trip. Life still feels pretty shifty and uncertain, but slowly and surely we are starting to see a bit of direction, which feels nice.