Our Story
It began, as all great love stories do… in an estate agency.
Lauren arrived as temporary maternity cover. Martin was already there — Sales Director, serious, composed…
They didn’t speak much. In fact, they mostly avoided each other.
At the time, they were both somewhere else in life. Long-term relationships. Different paths. Different stories.
Until, quietly and painfully, those chapters came to an end at almost exactly the same time.
And somewhere between heartbreak and healing, they found themselves sitting across from each other, with a glass of wine, and a growing sense that maybe all that “avoiding” hadn’t been accidental after all.
Pulled apart, drawn back.
Lockdown came, and with it, a series of stolen moments, meeting occasionally, just to escape everything that was going on.
Most of those evenings were spent in Martin’s flat in Blackheath, not living together, but finding their way back to each other, again and again.
Music played from YouTube, they sang, danced, talked…(and stayed up far later than they should have).
It was simple. It was unexpected. It was magic, in the quietest kind of way.
They had their own tradition…
New Year’s Eve together, every year. Never officially planned, but always understood. Except for one year. The year everything changed.
Martin moved to Whitstable.
Life shifted in a way neither of them had planned, and for the first time, they were pulled in different directions. That year, they didn’t spend New Year’s Eve together. Not because they didn’t want to but because, for a moment, outside factors made it impossible. And it hurt.
Not long after, an email arrived from Martin.Short. Honest.No overthinking. He missed Lauren. And that was all it took. Lauren found herself in Whitstable, at The Ship (a local pub), standing in front of Martin again. No grand gesture. No dramatic speech.
Just a quiet certainty: This is where the story really begins.
Whitstable Love
Whitstable became more than just a place. It held them when life felt uncertain, brought them back to each other,and gave them space to begin again.
Lily and Jack were welcomed into their circle of love, bringing their own energy, laughter, and life into everything. And then Frankie, equal parts gentle giant and chaos, found his place alongside them.
Somewhere along the way, what began as two people finding their way back to each other became something much bigger. A home.A life still unfolding.
And through all of it the timing, the distance, the move, the missed New Year, the email, the music, the chaos they realised something simple:
They didn’t need much.
Just each other.
