Gloriously hot day. After sitting on the beach for some time it was clearly time to re-hydrate.

Hot weather brought out the retired and those on holiday. I didn't fancy the beer selection having come from the Shipwrights so I stuck to the coke.

Overcast June day but not too cold. Busy and with a holiday feel to it. Summer, sea, pint; all natural buddies.

After spending most of the day watching Scooby Do on DVD it was time to go out. The pub was heaving but we got a bench near the play area and, whilst Isabel played, listened in on the chatter of holiday makers.

We came to Reculver to enjoy the nice weather. We sat on a beach. We observed seagulls and other seaside related things. We saw other people's exposed bodies and decided that the local bobbies ought to be able to issue "cover-up" orders. Then we went to the pub.

Came to give Isabel a trip out and a go on her scooter - which she crashed into a bush. Still, the play ground in the pub got her smiling again.

Isn't global warming fun. 14 degrees it was by the Reculver towers which meant it was feasible to sit out with Isabel in the garden of the King Ethelbert.

Me and a friend decided to cycle the circumference of Thanet and this is where we chose to rehydrate ourselves. Bumped into a friend I haven't seen in years which was nice and random. i like it.

It was wet and windy so a perfect British weekend for a trip to the beach. Other than a handful of kids on bikes, a minibus full of people in bright orange bibs fulfilling their community-service sentences and a bloke metal-detecting on the beach, Reculver was deserted. After having the life blown out of us by the Northerlies we decided to go to the pub. We sat out in the garden (which was sheltered) and let Isabel play on the climbing frame.

Driving along the lane into Reculver I though I was in the 1930's. The sun was shining and the hedges had been recently cut (surely they stopped cutting hedges in the 1930’s – these days they just grub ‘em don’t they and build a supermarket?). It was quiet and peaceful at Reculver and the light was warm and soft. The pub was busy outside on the decking and in the garden with people enjoying the sun and the 1930’s atmosphere whilst trying to pretend that all their money wasn’t really disappearing down some giant Icelandic toilet.