Robin found the perfect place for my birthday treat – a two-night break in a boutique motel by Camber Sands (to be fair, an ex-motel). Suitably blue-and-white-striped, with distressed white-painted furniture and very comfortable beds, it has an extremely good restaurant with a celeb chef (and two Famous Foodies eating under the awning while we read our books). You can walk over the dunes to the beach which is a huge stretch of sand; on the Sunday it was very hot, and the windbreaks were out, together with half the population of whoever usually goes to Camber.
In the evening we walked out from Rye Harbour to the sea. Very wonderfully weird.
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