So this week I am linking up with Photalife to show a snap from our trip to Worthing yesterday. I loved spending a few hours taking in this beautiful view.
We discovered the delightful town of Margate last year and immediately fell in love with the up and coming, quirky seaside resort.
When I was offered the opportunity to have an overnight stay at the Old Barrel Store in the heart of Margate town I was over the moon.
We had a short and easy drive into Margate with just the youngest two and easily found the property nestled just off one of the quaint streets that house some wonderful shops selling anything from vintage homeware and clothes to yummy retro sweets.
The boys ran to the front door of the grade ll listed flint cottage to be the first in to investigate.
We were lead straight into the kitchen that had everything you could possibly need including a cupboard stocked with all the essentials you need to prepare meals that you wouldn’t necessary want to drag along with you which ead a lovely touch.
The kitchen also housed a visitors book full to the brim with positive comments and lots of great tips and piles of leaflets to help you get the most out of your stay.
We headed from here into the living area that was a real step back in time. The furniture and accessories had all been perfectly sourced to create a wonderful vintage feel which is a huge love of mine.
Although the decor is immaculate it still felt homely and with the addition of plenty of toys that could be used indoors or taken down to the beach with you I was at complete ease having the two little wirlwinds with me!
With bucket and spade in hand he boys were itching to get down to the sea which is literally a few minutes walk away.
They ran up and down the beautiful stretch of sandy beach and were even brave enough to take a paddle in the sea that was still extremely chilly!
It wouldn’t be a trip to the seaside without some seafood which we grabbed from Manning seafood stall which is situated right by the Turner Contempary.
We then made our way to Dreamland amusement park that the boys were itching to get to. We had a good few hours there trying out everything it had to offer and we were all extremely impressed.
We had worked up a good appetite so headed down to GB Pizza where we sampled the best pizzas I have even tastes and I challenge you to say anything different!
With two extremely tired boys in tow we headed back to the cottage for bath and bedtime.
The bathroom again was immaculately decorated and had a wonderfully calming atmosphere perfect to start a relaxing evening. The children were thought of again in here with a slip mat provided to prevent any accidents with slippery little ones!
All cleaned and ready for bed we headed to the children’s room which had the vintage theme carried through.
There were pretty vintage decorations, plenty of books for bedtime stories and crisp white, cosy bed linen that the boys fell asleep in within minutes.
With the children fast asleep for the first time in months we savoured the moment by having a cheeky glass of wine while enjoying our beautiful, peaceful surroundings.
It wasn’t long before we made our way to our cosy room that had a good sized bed, ample storage space in the wardrobe and the all important hairdryer that I’ve often found missing in many self catering properties.
We woke up after a good nights sleep and the only night number five has ever slept through and grabbed a quick breakfast before heading out to do some more exploring.
We bumped into some very friendly neighbours as we made our way to the shell grotto that I had wanted to visit on our past trips but had not yet got round to.
It was only a short walk from the cottage and was strangely situated in the middle of a residential street that I was not expecting.
Once inside it was a magnificent sight and well worth a trip.
The boys were itching to get back to the seafront and I was desperate for an ice cream.
We stopped at Melt ice cream parlour in the Sands Hotel that served the most delicious ice cream in a beautiful setting.
Sadly it was now time to make our way back to pack up the car and say goodbye to the Old Barrel Store.
We had a perfect stay in a wonderful cottage that was steepted in history and loving resorted to create the most wonderful holiday getaway. The passion for their cottage really shine through and nothing had been overlooked, everything you could ask for was there for you to make your stay as easy as enjoyable as possible.
The Old Barrel Store would make a fabulous weekend getaway as a couple as much as a family holiday with all the family.
If you are looking for a seaside getaway with a difference then look no further than this fabulous cottage.
*we were given an overnight stay for the purpose of this review and they are all my own honest opinions.
This week I have chosen this snap to add to My Sunday Photo with Photalife.
I was attempting to get a picture of number four enjoying his crab sticks by the sea whilst on our trip to Margate this week. He wasn’t happy with me interrupting him so this is how it turned out and I actually quite like it!
A typical British Easter bought with it the horrendous weather! This said we managed to dodge the downpours and the wrath of Storm Katie and still have plenty of fun.
Our usual Easter Sunday started with searching for all the goodies the Easter bunny had left for us around the house and filled up on them with a super chocolaty breakfast.
Next up we donned our wellies and set off to Morden Hall in Surrey to take part in their egg hunt.
We always opt for a National Trust hunt put on by Cadburys as it gets the children interested in their natural surroundings while the adults can take in the beautiful settings.
All filled in we made it to the finish line to collect our chocolate bunny prize. The only downside we have here is that there is not an allergy friendly option, and although the hunts are put on by Cadburys I feel the National Trust could supply an alternative for those children that can’t eat chocolate.
After a sleepless night on Sunday with Storm Katie doing her worst by bringing down half our fence and sending a line of children in every few minutes telling us about the noise I still got up early to plan our trip to Margate, much to the dismay of my husband!
On our way down the winds settled a little and blue skies appeared which put a smile on everyone’s face.
We parked up and made our way for a bite to eat before making our way onto the beach.
Once we had had enough of the beach we headed over to the Turner Contemporary. This is a gallery I love and art is something I really want my children to be able to experience.
The children are always more taken by the vast open spaces but I always hope that they are taking something in from their trips.
Number four is a boy after my own heart and when asked what he wanted to do for his birthday he replied, “the seaside”
His first choice was Brighton which is my first love but with him wanting to take his new gokart we talked him round to Whitstable as I knew he would be able to ride freely along the seafront and make the most of his new toy.
We visit Whitstable a few times a year and stayed there last Easter. I love the simplicity of this seaside town with its narrow streets housing pretty little shops, beautiful fish restaurants everywhere you turn and long stretches of unspoiled pebbled beaches.
One of the highlights of our stay last year was the breakfast at the Hotel Continenal so we got up extra early to get down there to fill up before our adventures.
Number four was a little disappointed that we had not packed his pyjamas for an overnight stay!
Full to the brim we set off in a walk along the seafront along to Tankerton just outside Whistable. We stopped several times to throw pebbles into the sea, investigate the beach huts and have races with the gokart.
After another stop for tea to warm up once we reached Tankerton we turned back and swapped the gokart for crabbing lines. We had tried to explain to the extremely wilful number four that the chances of catching any crabs would be highly unlikely but there was no wavering and he stood on the edge of jetty shivering like mad but determined to catch a bite.