we returned to Whitstable (rather) Late last night, courtesy of British Airways, Southern Railways and a nice East End cabbie called Mr. Macbeef (who was not flummoxed at All by the marathon shutting down the road to Victoria and did a swift detour to Kings Cross St Pancras), all the way from Ibiza (via Deia) and will be leaving for Los Angeles tomorrow.
Quite a travel Schedule and no mistake.
but we took the time this morning to Drop in on Sophie at The Marguerite and it was a delicious visit indeed.
The Marguerite is a delightful spot to linger and dream while sitting at the wooden table, gazing out to sea (or down at one’s manuscript which is slowly shaping up to be a rather interesting novel), the sky-blue kettle almost at the boil, cups ready for tea, ice cold milk in a jug and perhaps one of Sophie’s handmade Hampers waiting to be delved into when the next page is written and spell-checked and set aside.
Sophie (much like who-we-are-in-RL) had a big fancy job (in Fashion) and decided to step off the ladder at the top and Do Something Else with her life. Part of this is The Marguerite – the rest we shall tell you about when we are given permission.
That’s Sophie in the picture above.
An excellent question.
Dave has his own Instagram account (shared with elder sibling-of-choice Dominic)
another excellent question.
The Marguerite (beach hut) got its name because Sophie found this portrait (see below) in a local vintage shop.
we did a little searching (you knew we would) and found that Miss Marguerite Ismay, *might* well have been the same young thing who appeared On Stage as a dancer – even as far afield as Australia in 1911 (can you imagine the journey in those days? who-we-are-in-RL and her Travels pale in comparison).
after a lovely tramp across the pebbles and the brisk air filling our lungs, we took a turn around the Town once more to top up our Britishness (required at six month intervals to keep the Vocab up to scratch) and generally engender a sense of well-being in the soul.
so glad that William decided to move out of London and settle down in the Kentish Coast.
it’s delicious to have friends-we-have-known-for-years with seaside houses.
and new-friends-with-beach-huts, of course.
that really is extra special and no mistake.