Yesterday, we walked around the beaches and the town. The GF went for reiki while I strolled about. Whiststable is a tourist town but also the sort of place well-heeled people retire, so there are plenty of fairly expensive shops selling linen skirts, French wooden toys, etc. There are innumerable places selling oysters, and much of the seafront appears to belong to the oyster company, which I think also owns our hotel, and clearly enjoys something of a monopoly on oysters.
At 4 we had a booking at one of the best fish restaurants in town, and it was excellent Modern British stuff, very accomplished, with clean flavours and ending with a souffle, always a delight.
The relatives had arrived, and are staying in a fishing hut overlooking the water. We went there and watched over the children for a while – the GF built himself a monumental sandcastle, which was the ceremonially destroyed, while I hovered and occasionally helped with filling up buckets of seawater.
In the evening, as we returned, we stopped for a few oysters and brought some dessert. A proper holiday day.