I had gotten quite good at writing regularly and then came the never ending Easter holidays.  My children were on hols for a month and in that time working on anything other than urgent tasks, was futile.  So with that in mind, we picked up our wellies and raincoats and headed for Whistable – only an hour and a half from London and felt like another world.

Independent shops run by passionate proprietors who do the civilised thing and close on Wednesday afternoons.  Fresh fish and chips eaten on the peer of a pebbled beach, collecting shells, flying kites and then coming home to a cosy cottage with a real log fire.  It really was that good and if you want to stay where we did see www.christinawilson.co.uk