I never used to eat raw oysters. Perhaps it was because my first time trying it was with an oyster that wasn’t very fresh and thus, was really fishy *gags*. But I’ve since grown to love oysters; if anyone is wondering, Richard Haward’s oysters at Borough Market was the game changer.
Anyway, a quick Google search showed that the town of Whitstable in Kent is famous for their annual oyster festival. And Whistable was nary an hour away by train from Central London! Sweet. I texted a few friends and that weekend, we were on our merry way to oysterland.
Whitstable had plenty of beautiful beach houses as well. Some lucky folks get to live on the beachfront. They must be happy folks too.
Ciao Whitstable! I’ll be back – perhaps a weekend trip staying over in one of the old fisherman’s hut?