I haven't journeyed very far away, but I had an interesting and marvellous time.I started off in a place I last went to when i was eight-Ramsgate, on the coast of Kent. I had visited the Synagogue there as a child and it made a deep impression on me. It was founded by Sir Moses Montefiore,from a Sephardic Jewish family from Italy. He built a house on the cliffs in Ramsgate and Queen Victoria was one of his guests.
My guesthouse was one minute from the sea and the weather was glorious. I tagged along with a mother and her daughter and followed them down the steep steps to the sea, where I paddled to my heart's content. After a couple of hours, in which the little girl ran in and out of the sea in great delight, I moved on and found a congenial restaurant, where they said I could bring my guitar next time if I liked.
The next day I discovered that there was a folk week in Broadstairs, the next town. I started on the beach again, talking to a nice English family at the cafe, and then walking to Broadstairs with the sea on my right. Again i chatted to a nice English couple, who knew Cambridge. From the town bandstand a crowd was entertained with the children and we all ate ice creams and bags of lovely chips. I was having a lot of fun and was quite out of my normal routine.
I wandered through the town, passing merrymakers along the way, avoiding crowded pubs but finding a nice little cafe at the edge of the town.I talked to an Austrian lady from Vienna and her son who were doing the coastal tour. I took a taxi, quite inexpensive, back to Ramsgate, and rested for a while.
(To be continued)
Shalom from
Sister Gila
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