Rainbow Rest

At the very end of the Harbour Arm, the tables, chairs, and parasols are lined up like colourful soldiers, ready for another day’s battle with thirsty customers. The sun is already flexing its muscles, glinting off cocktail shakers and beer taps, while the breeze plays the trickster—refreshing on the skin, but secretly plotting a few red noses for those who dare step out from under the parasols.

Bartenders polish glasses, waiting for the first brave souls to order something icy and glamorous, and the air hums with the promise of frosty pints, clinking ice cubes, and laughter carried on the wind. In the distance, the murmur of Folkestone drifts across the water—seagulls squawking, children squealing, and the faint jangle of a busker on the Leas. By midday, this bright corner of the Arm will be buzzing, but for now it’s a stage set for summer: cocktails cooling, parasols fluttering, and the coast itself daring everyone to relax just a little too long.