After a hearty breakfast this morning of eggs on toast, lovingly cooked by Rob, we drove down to Whitstable for some sea air and fresh fish.
There is a wonderful selection of freshly caught fish at Whitstable fish market which looks and smells fantastic. This is the good stuff.
The fish mongers will prepare the fish for you as you want, so if you’re a little squeamish you can get them to deal with the heads, scales and guts.
You’ll also find an array of cooked fish at the market such as lobsters and crabs brought in from Cornwall.
There is plenty of sea food to be eaten and if you’re a lover of oysters you can’t possibly visit Whitstable Harbour without trying the famous Whitstable oysters. They are a truly divine eating experience. You get the very best taste of the sea which lingers in your mouth long after you’ve eaten them.
But there is more to Whitstable than fish. Walking past the local shops we noticed a quaint sweet shop which was unfortunately closed. Two older gentlemen stopped to look at the jars in the window, their faces lit up with smiles. The little shop is clearly a delight for children young and old.
Next we stopped for salty chips which we ate by the sea front. The weather was lovely; surprisingly warm and sunny with a light sea breeze. The seagulls did well as several people, including Rob, had fun throwing chips to them. When the chips were all gone it was back home to put our feet up with the Sunday papers.
But the best is yet to come, as we’re off to Rob’s parents later for roast beef. Sundays don’t get much better than this.