Last Sunday I was going absolutely stir crazy in the house. My plans the previous day to have lunch with some girlfriends in London had been cancelled due to snow and that day I was supposed to be meeting another bunch of girlfriends for high tea in Canterbury - one of our favourite catch up and gossip past-times. Unfortunately two of the girls live in one of the nearby villages on the Downs and access is up a very long, very steep hill. This coupled with the deluge of snow we had received meant that all my weekend plans had been cancelled.
My lovely husband is not nearly as daunted by the prospect of skidding, ice and a grisly cold death as apparently I am and suggested we go on a little driving adventure to the seaside. His excuse was that he wanted to see snow on the water. I thought he was absolutely crazy but jumped at the chance to get out of the house. On went the layers and off we drove to Herne Bay (via a quick stop at M&S for some supplies and popped into a friends house in Herne just outside of Herne Bay for a coffee en-route and to confirm another friends birthday plans for the evening).
Herne Bay was beautiful in the snow - eerily quiet with the beach covered in deep drifts. We come here frequently in the summer (some good independent boutiques help to break a day up on the beach and the Italian ice cream at the Band Stand is divine) but this was the first time I have seen it quite like this. Normally you struggle to find somewhere to park in the summer as the place is inundated with sun seeking locals and tourists alike but today the place was like a ghost town! We ventured onto the beach and Steve had to help me as the snow covered pebbles kept dropping away under my feet. I had my iPad with me so got some OK pictures on that of the pier and the water lapping by the end of the wooden groynes. No snow on the water though which was a shame.
The Towers themselves are ancient with the central structure in surprisingly good condition and the remains of the Roman fort built nearly 2000 years ago behind - all surrounded by fields and the sea and the glinting lights of Herne Bay in the distance. We arrived just before sunset and I wish I could take credit for the photo. Sadly that has to be claimed by husband - he took it on his phone of all things. Reculver to me is wild, untamed and moody. The coast around the Towers is treacherous and filled with rocks with little beach to access and it appeals to the hopeless romantic within me. The Towers are such a lonely, isolated edifice.
Places like Reculver are one of the reasons I have set up this blog. It is so tucked away and off the tourist trail that most visitors to Canterbury won't ever get to see it. These towers have been standing guard over the coast since the 12C and the fort a thousand years longer. It is a wonderful place and I can't wait to picnic here with some friends in the summer, listening to music, drinking chilled Sauvignon Blanc and playing frisbee and rounders in the shelter of the Twin Sisters of Reculver.