Kent’s oyster paradise welcomes me back
I let the cool water run through my fingers. It’s the same ritual I have enacted for years every time I’m by the sea. Brighton, Sheerness, and today, Whitstable, all know of this whimsical routine.
For me, this is always a pilgrimage of sorts. Born and raised by the ocean, I return to it whenever I can. In the distance, I spot the Thames estuary. We…