Bacon Bay Barry

My brother had had a pretty stressful working week - late trains, cancelled trains, dirty trains, too little work, too much work - so he felt in need of another blast of sea air. Therefore, we decided on a quick dash down to Whitstable. We both never, ever get tired of being by the sea - it just seems to have such restorative powers.
We arrived just after midday and were surprised to find that the town was really busy considering it was a Sunday in late September - although it was great for all the local businesses considering the extremely mediocre summer that we've had this year.
We headed straight for the nearest pub for a pint and a spot of people watching as the throngs made their way to the seafront. We just felt so happy to be there and immediately relaxed - I could tell my brother felt the stresses of his week just melting away.
Pints consumed it was our turn for a walk along the seafront, where both my images were taken. I loved looking at all the different boating craft that had been pulled up onto the shingle beach - I was particularly enamoured of some of their names. The boat in my main image had the rather curios moniker of Bacon Bay (there is no bay of that name in the area - although, 'interesting' fact kids, there is an Eggs and Bacon Bay in Tasmania apparently!) and one of the canoes went by the splendid nomenclature of Barry! So of course Bacon Bay Barry had to be the title of today's blip!
We continued our stroll past the rows of beach huts and then back through the town to get a bag of chips and sit on the sea wall with one last lingering look out to sea before we headed home. A perfectly formed coastal micro trip!