The Walk to Whitstable
Whitstable Travel Blog› entry 9 of 16 › view all entries
March 25th, 2005 – by: cari
I had no idea where Whitstable was or how far away from Canterbury it would be by foot, so without looking it up I decided just to go. Halfway between my room and the Campus Shop (that was its name) was a little arrow sign labeled "Whitstable," which I had seen almost every day, and I figured it was about time I followed it. So I walked behind the building, through a section of campus I had never seen before, and out to a little grassy path.
I'm not sure how many hours it took each way, but it was a lot. I made friends with some creepy cows, who stared at me no matter how long I stood there and stared back, and found a little graveyard with some interesting artwork beside it. It was so peaceful and quiet the whole time, and I was really glad that I'd decided to go alone.
When I made it to the "seaside" town of Whitstable, I stopped on the rocky beach for a few minutes to try and read my book (Slaughterhouse 5, I think). But it was cold, and Lucy sent me a text message, so I decided it was time to return to Canterbury. I tried to catch a train or the bus back to town, but I couldn't figure out where or when so I just walked the whole way back.
I've just Google mapped it, and as the crow flies, the trip is nine miles each way. Now I'm even prouder of myself than before.
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