Celebrating in Whitstable
Celebrated the last day of the Easter holidays at Whitstable in Kent.
Perfectly wet English weather greeted us as we got off the Southeastern Railway train from London Victoria. Strong gusts from every direction whipped brollies out of hands or into faces, making everyone long for a proper sou’wester.
Whitstable has apparently been famous for its oysters since the Romans ruled the known world. So like true Singaporeans/French, we spent the wet afternoon in the comfort of the Wheelers Oyster Bar (8 High Street, Whitstable, CT5 1BQ) sampling the local cuisine. The establishment was over 150 years old and could seat only 16. So reservations would normally have to be made 6-8 weeks in advance. Happily for our growling tummies, there just happened to be several no-shows when we walked in.
Delicious stuff: complimentary homemade bread, Whitstable native wild oysters, Marmite Scallops (caramlised scallops, French onion soup, braised oxtail and horseradish bon bons), Mackerel (blow-torched mackerel, wasabi dressing, beetroot, and mackerel tartare, finished with soused baby carrots and micro coriander), Smoked Cod (smoked cod, leek and potato chowder, with salt cod scotch egg, finished with chorizo oil).
Then a cheerful post-prandial browse of the extensive collection at the Oxford Street Secondhand & Antiquarian Bookshop (20a Oxford Street, Whitstable, CT5 1 DD),
Finally, some cod, chips, and mushy peas from V.C. Jones of Whitstable (25 Harbour Street, Whitstable, CT5 1AH) for the train ride home.
If only the holidays would last a little longer – still attempting to clear cobwebs in my mind; taking out and examining previously received knowledge and assumptions about biblical interpretation; still many conversations to have about the role of biblical theology in understanding how Scripture applies to us…but the talks and bible studies can’t wait for a proper resolution of my many questions. And anyway, that would only really happen in the new creation, said the Tutor wisely.