We were only a few streets into our “getting acquainted with Whitstable” stroll when we came upon a most curious sight. A tiny passageway on our route to the beach called… Squeeze Gut Alley.
On consulting our town guide, we learned that this narrow cut-through owes its name to a 19th century “portly policeman” and the local pranksters who regularly evaded him through it. An early example of fat shaming, if you will.
Two hours later, when our walk had led us to the Old Neptune pub and a gigantic fish and chip supper, we were starting to think that Whitstable could easily have a ballooning effect on anyone’s waistline.
