Ever since we returned from our Bluestone adventure, we’ve been meaning to get ourselves to a coastal region as quickly as possible. But life as always gets in the way.
We desperately wanted to squeeze in a little family day trip before the schools pack up for Summer, and the coastal areas start heaving with families. So on a sunny Thursday we jumped into the car and drove the short distance to the coast.
One of the areas myself and Mr London Mum fell in love with pre baby was Whitstable. We are both sea food aficionados and seeing as some of the very best oysters hail from the shores of beautiful Whitstable, we figured we may as well head back with child in tow. He can dip his toes into the British sea, while we polish off plates and plates of oysters. Win win.
With excitement we jumped into our car and drove the short distance to the Kent coast. We parked up and strolled to the glorious open beach front.
We were presented with the very edge of England. Beyond the shoreline was just the sea which went out as far as the eye could see.
With the taste of salt on our lips and fresh air permeating our lungs, we all turned our attention to the little beach shack we were stood in front of.
With wood cladding it couldn’t have been more authentic in terms of what we wanted. Somewhere to dine that was local, fresh and cosy. With the coastal winds picking up we decided to sit ourselves inside and order some seafood to stop the grumbling bellies.
Not being able to resist the lobster I devoured it in seconds, while Little London helped himself to my chips.
With bellies satisfied, and coffees drunk we popped our Son into his iCandy Raspberry* and went in search of the famous Whitstable beach huts.
Painted an array of colours, they perfectly frame the coast line and bring a beautiful injection of colour to the outstanding natural beauty of the area.
The colours put a big smile on Little London’s face, perhaps because he knew the canopy of his pram was giving a big nod to the coastal lifestyle. The Atlantic blue colour pack couldn’t have been more fitting.
With Little London content to watch the world go by from the comfort of his stroller, we decided to potter down to the harbour front, which was bustling with activity.
Fishing boats were tied up waiting to go out for the next haul, and shoppers were delighting in the purchase of local handicrafts being sold at the Whitstable Harbour Villlage.
With the sun now out in full force and the wind settling down, the sea became ever more tempting. So we found ourselves a quiet part of the beach front and stripped Little London down to just a T-shirt, and let him lead us to the rippling waters edge.
(Boat T-shirt: Mini Myo)
With his toes dipped into the cold English sea, he bent down and splashed around until his face was glistening in the drops of the waters as well.
Clutching hold of my hands, we walked as far as we dared into the sea and danced by the water’s edge.
After playing by the water for some time, (and with Little London starting to get a bit more daring by it), we decided to carry on into the centre of Whitstable and let Little London dry off in the heat of the day. Settling himself into his foam padded chariot he happily relaxed.
With the Whitstable oyster on our agenda we came across the perfect place to grab ourselves half a dozen each (toddler not included of course).
Happy we finally got a taste the local sea (doused in lemon and mignonette sauce), we continued on our journey around Whitstable.
The fresh sea breeze obviously worked its magic on our darling Son and he nodded off in the comfort of his iCandy Raspberry, so we reclined the seat and let him snooze away.
With the little one in the land of nod, myself and Mr London Mum got straight back on the food trail, and stopped by another seaside shack serving oysters on the go. Shying away from the extra-large oysters (probably the size of a giants hand), we opted to try the large oysters and got two of them freshly shucked right there. Still too big to eat in one go I had to actually use my teeth to tear the oyster into pieces, while Mr London Mum attempted his whole. Death by oyster was a very near reality for him!
A hilarious experience, but I recommend using a knife and fork on those biguns! In terms of taste though, the smaller oysters are by far superior, but those huge ones are an experience in themselves you won’t want to miss out on 😉
We finished off with a fresh donut each before making our way back home. A day by the coast is always worth it in my eyes.
(Disclosure: PR sample marked with a *)