Whitstable is home to a street that disappears and reappears with the tide. The street is called Whitstable Street. It goes no-where but out to sea.
Whitstable Street is a shingle spit that juts out from the town of Whitstable into the sea.
When we visited the tide was out and the street was exposed. We joined numerous dog walkers and tourists to walk out away from the town and towards the sea.
As we walked further along the spit, the ground became increasingly waterlogged. The level of the sand fell ever so gradually across the length of the spit and at the edges. There was no great drop off into the water. Instead stepping off the spit would have put your foot into only a centimetre or so of water.
Signs warn visitors to be careful of the tide as the spit is submerged as the water comes in.
Whitstable is home to rows of beautifully painted beach huts. As a seaside town once famous as a holiday get away for residents of Canterbury and London, the town has seen many changes in fortune. The beach huts however have been maintained and look great.
I shudder at the value these small wooden buildings must command today.
In isolation the beach huts are easy to photograph and look beautiful. A wider shot suggests how Whitstable has had to adapt to a world were tourism is not a reliable source of work and wealth. A large industrial building, I think a gravel works, looms on the horizon near the still working harbour.
It is a town name so familiar but one that I really knew nothing of. Whitstable is a seaside town in the south-east of the United Kingdom and we visited just before Christmas. Apart from the allure of the famous name, we wanted to eat fish and chips by the sea.
Whitstable turned out to be a surprisingly pretty seaside town with plenty to occupy our short day trip. We took the bus from Canterbury and stepped out somewhere in the town centre. From there we wandered around and enjoyed the sights.
The shore feels iconic with fishing boats, heaped oyster shells, and row after row of wooden sea defences running from the beach down into the water.
Fish and Chips
We got our fish and chips. They were all we wanted and hoped for.
We spent a few pleasant days in Canterbury before Christmas last year. An historic town in the south-east of the United Kingdom.
The daylight hours we had were short. It was deep winter and the sun was setting around three in the afternoon. Something of a surprise arriving directly from a fairly sunny central France.
Cathedral by Day and Night
The cathedral was not our main destination in the city. We have seen plenty of cathedrals and the price made it difficult to justify another.
Of course, that did not stop us walking around the grounds and taking photos by both day and night.
A ruined Norman era castle sits in a park within Canterbury. Visitors are free to wander in and around. There is a flight of spiral stairs to climb to reach a small look-out.
The town itself is full of old and not so old buildings. The small details of the buildings stood out to me; moss reclaiming a roof and use of sharp dark rock to cover the buildings.
The medieval walls surrounding Canterbury can be walked along. A good starting point is near the bus stop and the views are enjoyable. Modern life has placed a ring road around the walls, which takes away from the external views. Life goes on and such developments keep the city alive.
I have switched this site over to use only secure links. This will mean the site has become inaccessible to some older computers and devices. If you are reading this, then all is well and you have nothing to do but enjoy our updates.
The shift is the equivalent of changing from sending postcards and to sending letters sealed within an envelope. Anyone can intercept and read a postcard but it takes a legal order or subterfuge to read a sealed letter.
So while not critical for a personal web site such as TheWorkLife, it is a step in the right direction. The more of the web that is encrypted, the better.