On Sunday I celebrated my Aunt's 44th Birthday with family and friends. The next morning we were all suffering (some more than others, red wine and cider are not a good mix for future reference) but it was such a beautiful day that we didn't want to waste it in a pit of despair on the sofa. Instead we jumped in the car and went to Whitstable for some seaside sunshine and it was lovely. We ended up in a hidden gem of a restaurant for a delicious roast dinner which is always a great cure for self inflicted 'illness'. My Aunt Emma is the one carrying the pint of pickled eggs... (Not such a good hangover cure incase you were wondering.)
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