My earliest memories of Whitstable are from my first seaside holiday in 1946, when we rented a cottage for a week, with mixed success. It was a bit of a trudge down to the water, but I came back with a half-bucket of small crabs; we put a damp towel over it overnight but, came the morning, most of them had escaped, and we had an amusing time recovering the numerous and dust covered creatures from under the furniture - we returned them to the beach and, ever since, I have rarely taken wild- [...]