Faversham to Whitstable     19.08.12

An early start in Faversham, down to the Creek in sunshine already hot. The path is easy to find through a boat yard strung with drying washing and out on to marshes and mud. A deviation from the cycle path takes us inland through acres of strawberry fields, juicy temptations, an easy pick. Later, thwarted by sluggish streams too wide to jump, the hole in the hedge appears and takes us through corn fields to the gentle lapping waves of Seasalter with its run down seaside shacks and ancient groynes.

After a horrible cheese and ham sandwich I swim in the salty green weeds and accidentally leave my drying swimsuit to its fate.
On red and white gingham tablecloths we eat squeaky fresh seafood and glasses of white wine in the friendly noisy oyster store in Whitstable.