We didn’t think to write a pre-baby bucket list but if we had, taking a holiday together would definitely have been on there. Unfortunately, a combination of finances – having just paid privately for IVF – and saving my annual leave from when the babies come meant that a few weeks in warmer climes simply weren’t possible for us this year. We weren’t too sad about it as we’ve had plenty of distractions and besides, Kirsty has a whole notebook full of knitting projects that she REALLY needs to finish before the twins are here!
Still, everyone deserves a little get-away and with the rain driving us stir-crazy in drizzly old London, on Friday we spontaneously booked the next night away at dog-friendly Smith’s Court Hotel in Margate. Margate is only a twenty-minute bus and then two-hour train ride away from where we live so VERY do-able at short notice and not too much to ask of the little dog, who tends to sprawl herself across our laps (harder to do now that I’m roughly the same size and shape as the moon) and watch the cows and sheep and horses flashing by.
We arrived at the hotel in early afternoon and were given the keys to our room, which was enormous. Posy spotted the single bed and promptly decided that it was for her, which made us laugh – entitled much?! We weren’t sure of the hotel’s dogs-on-furniture policy so we snapped a photograph or several and encouraged her down again.
We decided to walk to Kingsgate Bay, which is apparently almost three miles from the hotel if you go by the sensible route but we decided to walk along the cliffs instead. We were ravenous by this point and bought chips to enjoy as we marched… not to mention, a saveloy for the dog!
I’m not sure whether Kirsty or Posy were happier! There is really something to be said for eating chips by the sea when they’ve been smothered in salt and drowned in vinegar. Serious guilty pleasure but so delicious.
Somewhat optimistically, I had anticipated that by the time that we finished our chips, we would be at the beach. Uh, not quite. Scenery was rather nice though.
Two hours later, we were still walking. My hips were about ready to drop off and the dog had taken to laying down whenever we stopped to breathe. And I’m not sure about the other preggos out there, but my bladder certainly can’t go that long without exploding. After dancing about a bit, I finally conceded defeat and sent Kirsty away to keep look-out whilst I hid behind some bushes. Disaster! Somehow my hips locked when I was down and I had to shriek for Kirsty to come and pull me back into an upright position. Mortifying. But she was kind enough not to laugh too hard or too long and we continued onwards.
In retrospect, walking upward of three miles just to the beach whilst almost thirty weeks pregnant was a bloody stupid thing to do. I’m just relieved that I didnt’t send myself into labour.
But we got there, eventually, and I promptly collapsed and spent the entire time sat on my posterior whilst Kirsty played with the dog. It was actually a lovely evening, even though I was disappointed by my physical limitations. Posy was ECSTATIC to play in the sand, but didn’t think much of Kirsty’s suggestion that she swim!
Quick few family snaps, and time to go!
We found a bus stop a mile or so down the road, and made our way back to the hotel via a Tesco. Not exactly the glamorous evening that we had envisioned but I think that we just wanted to sleep by that point. We ate in our hotel room and had a lovely evening snuggling and chatting in bed, before falling asleep ridiculously early.
The following day, having found the bus stop, we ventured into Broadstairs. Kirsty has a special skill for finding sweet shops and built up an impressive collection of flavoured rock. We found an adorable bakery and enjoyed fresh croissants for breakfast.
Wandering the promenade, I found these glorious beach huts. I hadn’t come across this quotation before and really liked it, so I smiled sweetly at Kirsty until she unpacked the tripod from the suitcase and helped me set up again. We weren’t planning a group shot for today so please excuse the utterly mismatching outfits!
It was one of those magical, truly warm days but a little too warm for the dog and although we do always make sure to have a bottle of water on hand for her, I didn’t want to keep her out in the sun for too long. So after an enjoyable morning exploring Broadstairs, we made our way back to the train station and home.
All in all, a glorious twenty-four hours. We’ll be back with the boys!