Waves of Nostalgia

I didn’t grow up in Kent, but as a large part of my family lives ‘down south’ I’ve spent a fair amount of time there over the years, visiting historic towns such as Canterbury and Hastings, building sandcastles on the beach at Westgate and deer-spotting at Knole Park. Of all the places I’ve seen in this corner of the UK, the picturesque town of Rye has always stuck in my mind – and not just because twelve year old me was partial to a quarter of sherbet lemons from the old-fashioned sweet shop. With sunny weather on the cards for the bank holiday weekend, a trip to the coast was in order. Destination: Rye, with a beach-fix in the form of Camber Sands.

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