Camber Sands beach in Sussex - the best beach in England?

The smell of an early evening barbeque, the call of greedy seagulls ahead, friends laughing and the odd beats of some mixed music means it must be summer in England.

Many years ago, when my brother was alive, he would gather friends on an Annual trip to Camber Sands beach. They would spend the day on the beach, enjoying the sun, dipping into the sea and eating picnics. They made a day of it, staying on the beach until sundown. In June, this means 10pm in England - and it beats laying in a hot bed, unable to sleep.

Recently, we had a hot day, before its time, in the UK. So my daughter, our friend and I took to Camber sands for the lovliest day out. We spent time laughing, like girls should, and enjoying the feeling of soft sand on our feet.

This video shows you a girls day out on the camber sands beach, in Rye, Sussex. It's one of the best beaches in the Uk, in my opinion, and definitely one of the most popular.

We enjoyed eating cheesy chips in one of the little huts at the side of the sand. Sitting high in the sand dunes helped protect us from the wind and the sun was shining brightly on us and the wet sand. What a beautiful day we had.

See more reviews here: https://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/Attraction_Review-g1752567-d2248776-Reviews-Camber_Sands-Camber_Rye_East_Sussex_England.html

What is self care to you?

Self love kind of morning on June 4th 

 Many of us have an anniversary day for ourselves. 

The day we got sober, put ourselves first, said no to an abuser, or a day to mark our independence. 

 June 4th is the day of a new journey when I was confused and hurt, but began a new path into finding my way into something else. 

The day I didn’t give up. 

The day I put me and my unborn twins as my priority. 

And no matter what was thrown our way, we kept on going. Celebrate YOU today for whatever reason you can find. 

And yes, this is cheesy and personal but without these life stories, how can we learn? Time to 

🖊 journal 

☕️ have a cuppa 

🐾 love Harley 

🧴moisturise all morning 

💻 edit some travel vids

 Just for a couple of hours…💜

All inclusive resort in the UK?

 Potters resort in Norfolk, England is a venue like no other. 

Butlins? Nope. 

Pontins? Definitely not. 

Abroad even? Possibly. 

But this a staycation of a uniqueness in the uk. 

You see, at Potters, everything is included. The food and drink (top notch!), the activities, swimming, entertainment (think Broadway), and the comfiest accommodation. 

Here is the VLOG of the weekend.

Fully inclusive in other ways too, this resort is accessible and the chef is very thorough when dealing with special dietary requirements. I’m impressed. 

Although this trip wasn’t perfect. Because I was unable to book for next year. Sad times. 

There is something called gender balancing with a dance weekend. Just to prevent there being a heap of ladies sat on the side of the dance floor, awaiting a partner. I mean, bopping along or tapping your feet is acceptable, but we come to jive. To do Ceroc, and the best way is with a partner. I understand this. And I think the idea is a good one. That said, jasmine (my daughter), and I travel together and this makes things tricky for us. 

Shamefully, I think I should have known that the booking was open. Why? Because, well, I’ve been going since the first year it opened. Another story to ge told for that (I smile as I type, remembering discoving drink dancing and Sambuca)… and because I’ve been dancing for 21 years on the Ceroc science, longer on the modern, ballroom and Latin scene. But alas, this doesn’t qualify me for a ticket if I’m not first in line, nor does it prevent me growing older, and my kids growing up. 

Another hiccup.

Jasmine is really finding her groove on the dance floor now. She was dancing a year before lockdown, and the interruption stopped the flow, but now, she is in great demand. That used to be me, and yes, a part of me is sad that the lead men ask her to dance and don’t return for me. Is that weird or normal? Are my feelings valid? Who wants to feel like a has-been? But, thanks to Craig, I did compete in the massive ballrooms of London, and became a finalist, and loved it. Time to hand it over to Jasmine now and maybe she will get that medal that was at my fingertips. 

I’m proud of her. 

I’m proud of me. 

I still go and try. Even though “they” told me to stop. “Get in the wheelchair after a ten-minute session on your feet.” They said. I’ll do my best to keep my mobility and I believe movement, music and smiles will help with that. 

Potters, it was a total pleasure. 

Ceroc, wowzers, loved the music and dance. 

Food..well, it’s not my friend at the best of times but it was delicious. 

Want to know where we are travelling to next?