Hey Kids! Guess what I brought back from the Whitstable Oyster Festival for dinner tonight!! Yep, you guessed it, some lovely oysters and . . . jellied eels! Mmm! Mmm! Good!
Those children of mine are so lucky I wouldn’t touch either of those things with a 10-foot-pole. We did go to the oyster festival in Whitstable, on the north coast of Kent, and viewed the various seafood options that were available, but we stuck with ice cream in the end (you’re always safe with ice cream). It was a lovely day and they got to wade in the North Sea and practice skipping stones. They were very much less excited by the sight and smell of seafood. Like this:
Yes, that sign does say “2000 Years of Kentish Oysters.” They’ve been harvested here since Roman times, while the festival dates back to the Normans, so round about the 11th-century. HRH The Prince of Wales and his wife the Duchess of Cornwall (that’s Charles & Camilla to you and me) will visit on Monday.
If you’re an oyster fan and are in the area, it’s not too late: the festival carries on all week, though you’ll have missed the “Landing of the Oysters,” which happened today (so did we, to be honest), though Sunday features the Oyster Challenge and the Mud Tug (don’t ask me, I have no idea, though I am very, very curious). We didn’t actually realize there was a festival at all, just thought it was a nice day to go out, and so we did. (So much for planning ahead.)
PS: No, I’ve never tried jellied eels, and I never will. They look just as disgusting as they sound.