Broadstairs

Perhaps a perfect summer.

The heat hit that perfect moment of wrapping you in a blanket, Drinks taste fresher, and the breeze is cooler. You don't have to do anything but sit around and look at the water to feel pleasure. The afternoons build to a point where sweat beads are a permanent fixture on your forehead, only to be released with that concrete radiator feel. The sea waves roll on.

As you stare out into the blue, it just gets all too hazy.