Even last minute non-plans don’t always go to plan

emilyannlou whitsable beach

To start, you need to understand I am and always have been impulsive.

Not necessarily wild, I’d actually go as far to say I’m rarely wild, but more like a live wire – as I’ve been called in the past. I find routine restricting and as soon as I find I’m in a place of possibly getting ‘comfortable’ I immediately have an urge to do something out of the ordinary. To break that boring slump I can feel engulfing me.

Unfortunately other people don’t feel like this and it’s far less fun by yourself. Sure, I have dragged a load of people to supermarkets in the middle of the night, but the whole time they moaned and couldn’t see the magic in it.

It truly is magic though, that feeling of doing something that ‘you’re not meant to do’, when other people you know aren’t doing it. It’s like being in on a secret. I know something a lot of other people don’t, and for some reason that can transcend into ‘you can go shopping when you ‘should’ be in bed’.

It’s a feeling of freedom, realising that you can actually do anything.

I am very lucky though, in which I have a boyfriend who would never hold me back nor see it as ‘not normal’.

Knowing this you could probably understand why a week after coming home from Marrakesh I had an urge to see the sea and hear sea gulls.


James had finished a night shift and so slept till 2pm. By 3.30pm we were on our way to Whitsable. Over an hour drive away, with traffic.

The sun had set, it was raining and although I saw sea gulls, they weren’t screaming nor dive bombing us. Which was a shame, made me realise how although there was no plan, I must always make some plan based on my feelings – even if it’s as little as hearing a sea gull. The lack of sun and the on pour of rain didn’t disappoint in the slightest, but the most annoying of all, the sound of screeching birds, that was what I was looking forward to the most.

Also, I do a fantastic sea gull impression, which yes, I did do on the beach.



We walked along the high street, checked out all the micro pubs we know so well, and headed to the beach.

I bought my Olympus Trip camera out to play. He hasn’t seen the light of day in a long time – my local photo centre shut down so I’m not too sure where they can get developed. Once That’s worked out, I’ll share them but they’re only random shots for myself.

I picked up a stone from the beach, which I always do when I’m.. well, anywhere really. I was meant to touch the calm sea but once I got down to the front I got distracted by how tranquil it was.

It was the same magic as I said before, I knew a secret.

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We went to the pub The Old Neptune, which is on the beach. It often gets flooded, which means the whole building is skewiff and uneven, much like a fun house at a fair. The wooden floor’s are like flowing waves.

You can feel queasy if you have travel sickness (or I suppose balance issues) like me. It can make you feel sick. Sea sick. But the idea that the waves just roll in sometimes and have shaped this building is very cool. And for that very reason I will go back time and time again.

We were in Whitsable for 2 and a half hours before driving to Canterbury (a city I had never visited before and intrigued me so I want to go back) to watch Black Panther at the cinema.


So that was it, my urge began to fade and I settled down again. I may document more in the future because James and I are always out and about. Thanks for reading!


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