The first sunny day in what seems like forever.
The 2015 man-free holiday.
An annual tradition, a few days of catch-up chat, laughter, and the opportunity to see some of the more eccentric aspects of British life.
Today we headed to Brightlingsea for the Opening of the Oyster Fishery.
The Mayor and the great and the good headed off in boats
Proclamations were made and a long lunch was had to celebrate the start of oyster season.
Well, there is now an ‘r’ in the month.
Shockingly, there is nowhere in Brightlingsea to sample oysters so we headed down the coast to Whitstable, a fab, retro, slightly bohemian seaside resort on the Kent coast.
Couldn’t move for oyster shops there!
I’ve tried oysters before, and yes, they are still disgusting second time around.
Imagine swallowing a giant, slightly salty and fishy tasting bogey and you’ll get the idea.
Not that I’ve ever tasted a giant, slightly salty and fishy tasting bogey. But if I had, that’s what it would be like.
Hope no one’s eating as they read this! 🙂
Hops and cream teas tomorrow.