Whitstable and Canterbury

Whether it’s a Monday or a Sunday, we’re up early in time for the bear’s 7am feed.   Last Saturday, after feeding, I went back to bed.  Hubby was on his iPad and asked me a question.  ‘What are we going to do to make our lives exciting?’  I really couldn’t think too far ahead, but not too long ago, we did have some spontaneity in our lives.  Understandably, things have changed since, but I was keen to unravel the sense of adventure we once had.

‘Let’s go to Whitstable for the day!’ was my response.   I remembered reading several blog posts on how good the seafood is in Whitstable – I was already drooling at the prospects of tucking into oysters, whelks and lobster!  Whitstable, according to Wiki, is a seaside town on the north coast of Kent.  It was going to be a long day trip, but we were game.

We packed up the car with baby essentials, secured the baby car seat and off we went to Kent.

A few miles before reaching Whitstable, we saw signs advertising cherries for sale.   We pulled off the motorway and found ourselves driving towards a farm shop.  I didn’t get a name unfortunately.   They had a small selection of vegetables, cherries and strawberries.  We made a beeline for the cherries and bought a punnet for £2.50.  Sweet, juicy and so tasty!

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As we drove through Whitstable high street, we passed by many Morris dancers.

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A walk down the promenade brought us to the Harbour Village.  There were many stalls selling arts, crafts and food.

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We had a quick browse and kept going before we found the fish market.   Now, I wish I had brought a cool-box as there was some lovely, fresh seafood for sale.

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It was the bear’s feeding time, but we couldn’t decide on where to stop until we walked past the Tudor Tea Rooms and spotted a baby in a highchair.

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We made a beeline for a table, and one of the waitresses brought out a highchair for the bear.   Baby settled in, we had a look at the menu.  My heart sank.  All the seafood dishes, bar the prawn cocktail, was deep fried and battered, served with chips, salad and peas.  Every parent must feel this.   Once you have a baby, your own preferences take a back seat.  Happy that the bear was comfortable and fed, we ordered cod and chips for Hubby, and a mixed seafood platter (fried/battered) for me.   We quickly ate and took turns taking the bear out for a walk as she started to fuss.

We went for a stroll down the main streets, bought the bear a little toy, nipped into a farm shop, followed by a music shop and headed back to the Harbour Village.  I love the contrasting colours in the photo below.

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After a quick browse through the market stalls, we decided to head over to Canterbury, but not before we stumbled about a Food Hall just as we left the main town of Whitstable.   It was around 5pm, so most of the stalls were closed, but I ended up buying a tasting pack of local beer.

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Canterbury was only a short drive away.  It was rather late so we decided not to enter the Cathedral.   Tickets are £9.50 for adults.  We decided that we’d come back when the bear is older so that she can enjoy the tour as well.   We did however stop at Starbucks for a Frapp as it was rather warm.  Interestingly, the shop shared a wall with the entrance to the Cathedral.   Here’s the bear chilling with Papa.

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We went for a walk around the city, stopped to buy a CD at hmv for the drive home and just took in the atmosphere.    It was almost 6pm, and we decided to make our way home.   An enjoyable day trip had, and here’s to many more.

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