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                             Destination


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                                                                                              PAMELA WADE FINDS
                                             Sunset is a
                                          crowd-pleaser                                 CHARMS APLENTY IN KENT
                                         at Whitstable’s
                                        quaint seafront.
                                                                                   never thought “glamorous”           With impeccable timing, just
                                                                                   was a word I’d use in Kent.       as we walked past a wartime
                                                                                II expected it to be pretty          gun emplacement, a Spitfire
                                                                                 but domesticated – and then         flew overhead, the clatter of its
                                                                                 the White Cliffs of Dover took      engine evoking the Battle of
                                                                                 my breath away.                     Britain and, again, more drama.
          Up close, the                                                            Arriving early on a brilliant     It was a perfect moment.
          famous White Cliffs                                                    summer’s day, we beat the bank        In fact, our weekend in Kent
          of Dover are even
          more spectacular.                                                      holiday crowds to the track that    was full of delights. We stayed
                                                                                 runs along the grassy top of the    in a converted coach house
                                                                                 cliffs. Down below, the English     attached to a sweet little country
                                                                                 Channel was doing a remarkable      pub where the boss was Charlie
                                                                                 impression of the Pacific: clear,   the terrier, and we cruised from
                                                                                 turquoise and sparkling. That       one charming seaside town
                                                                                 was a treat in itself, but even     to another. Deal, Ramsgate,
                                                                                 better were the cliffs themselves,   Broadstairs, Margate – they
                                                                                 more than 100m high, brilliantly    all had pretty sand or pebbled
                                                                                 white in the sunshine, sculpted     beaches, or harbours full of
                                                                                 by the weather and – no             colourful boats, surrounded by
                                                                                 other description would do          inviting pubs and restaurants.
                                                                                 – dramatically glamorous.           But best of all was Whitstable.
                                                                                    On our walk we found a             It was gorgeous, a classic
                                                                                  lighthouse with a tea room at      little old fishing port with a craft
                                                                                  its base, wild ponies grazing,     market, art shops, cafés, stately
                                                                                  blackberries to pick, cheerful     buildings, churches, a theatre
                                                                                  people walking shiny dogs          and old pubs festooned with
                                                                                  and Dover Castle on the            colourful hanging baskets,
                                                                                  skyline. It was all just lovely    all humming with the holiday
                                                                                  and then it got even better.       weekend. Down at the harbour
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