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Whitstable Travel: A Taste of Whitstable Culture

Updated on September 14, 2016
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CJ Stone is an author and columnist. He appears regularly in the British press. Currently he has a column in the Whitstable Gazette.

Boy scouts on Whitstable beach: all children love crabbing
Boy scouts on Whitstable beach: all children love crabbing


My brother was over from America a couple of weeks ago. He’d brought a boy scout troop with him. There were nearly two dozen of them, almost as many adults as there were children.

They were staying in the scout camp in Ross Woods, on the road between Herne Bay and Canterbury. It’s a great place, right next door to the Wildwoods, so the kids went to sleep to the sound of wolves howling.

Not that a few caged wolves would have impressed them all that much. They come from New York State, about four hours drive from the Adirondacks, which is a National Park about the size of an average English County. There are no wolves there, but there are black bear, and beavers and coyotes and bobcats and moose and porcupines, as well as mountains and waterfalls and white water rapids and forests as far as the eye can see.

But that wasn’t why they’d come to England. They came here to soak up the culture. So they saw the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace and went on the London Eye. The changing of the guard was so packed with tourists they hardly saw more than the odd bearskin bobbing about above the crowd. They also went to Chatham dockyards, to Dover Castle, and to the Cathedral and the Roman Museum in Canterbury.


Towards the end they came to Whitstable, where they went crabbing on the beach, which they seemed to love. All children love crabbing.

I overheard one of the boys talking. He was perched on a groyne, with the sea slapping at his feet, with a crab line loaded up with raw bacon, dropping live crabs into a bucket full of water. “I could stay here forever,” he said.

After that we took a back alleys tour of the town, down Squeeze Gut Alley, and passed the Favourite, on our way for some refreshments in the Old Neptune. Later the boys had a fish and chips supper in VC Jones’, before catching a bus back to their camp.

Now that’s real culture for you!


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      Whitstable Views 6 years ago from Whitstable, UK

      I'll put a link into this Hub Pat.

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      Pat 6 years ago

      Hi - this is a great article and shows the true essence of a great town. I've created a website about Whitstable's beautiful sunsets at which attracts visitors from around the world. Hope you like it!

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      Whitstable Views 6 years ago from Whitstable, UK

      I agree Nils. Thanks for stopping by.

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      Nils Visser 6 years ago

      Sometimes the best way to see your own country is through the eyes of visitors, simply because you'll consider seeing and doing things which you would never do on a regular day. I've seen many sights here and in England for the first time ever because of visitors from across the Atlantic. And not only do you visit locations like that, perhaps for the first time, but your whole perspective changes, like putting on magic roundabout glasses, everyone should put those on for a few days a year.

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      Whitstable Views 6 years ago from Whitstable, UK

      It was great and all the crabs got thrown back. Yes, and the weather is fantastic at the moment. Where are you?

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      diogenes 6 years ago from UK and Mexico

      Hi Chris: I bet you enjoyed having them all there as much as they did. I bet the crabs were glad to see them go. I did a section on "real" crabbing in one of my Broadstairs hubs (pungers, the edible ones).

      You must be enjoying all the nice weather down there...Bob