Threatened in Ramsgate

One afternoon while being left alone with the boys, while my husband takes time off to play golf I get to spend some quality time with the boys, I decided to leave Zander with my mom (Thanks Ma!) and take Quintus and Jay to the beach.  Quintus badly wanted to learn how to ride some waves with his boogie board. Down to the beach we went.  I took him where I knew the waves wouldn’t be too rough.  At first he battled a bit but as soon as I got into the sea (fully dressed) he got the hang of it.   He loved it! 
 

Jason was playing around on the rocks, cheering on his brother every now and again.

I noticed that there was only one other family with us on the beach.  As soon as they started packing up, I got the boys out of the sea.  As kids are though, it took us longer to get off the beach by which time we were alone in the parking area.

I noticed a suspicious looking man coming towards us.  I pushed the kids to get to the car quicker but he was there first.  Stopping the boys from getting into the car.  I went into fight or flight mode.  Not knowing if we should run, scream, talk, get into the car.  Thankfully I managed to stay calm.  I quickly walked around to the other side of the car and got the boys in there.  When I tried to get into the car, he came and stood in front of me again.  I didn’t want to aggravate him, so asked him nicely if there was anything I could help him with.  He just stared at me.  I pushed myself past him and into the car. 

I had my folks car there and couldn’t find the automatic lock for the doors.  I pushed every damn button I could find, finally locking the door just as he started knocking on the window.  I started the car and couldn’t get it into gear.  By this time totally freaked out and not so calm at all.  I rode off tyres screeching and all.  Weak with fear.

I stopped at the closest public place.  I just couldn’t drive.  I needed to get a hold of myself.  I had a coffee while the kids played.  (after asking me a load of questions as to what exactly had happened and me explaining how they should always just do as I say in such a situation) 

Even though “nothing” happened, the fear was that something could have.  I had the boys with me and anything could have happened.   Tommie, my brother and my dad came to the coffee shop after I phoned them (they were on their way home).  My protective brother went out looking for this guy and I just broke down crying.

Needless to say, I never went anywhere alone again while on vacation.

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