He had memories of a holiday in the 50's and he wanted to know if it was a bad as he remembered!
It was! It was a wet day and the shanty town of huts built in the 30s for Londoners to have a holiday have been made slightly more permanent and are mostly lived in as a main residence now. It is also the most deprived area in Britain. Bit sad really, as they have a lovely beach there.
We didn't stop to take any photos, we quite liked the idea of keeping 4 wheels on our wagon.
While we were at the coast we had a trip to Clacton on Sea and Brightlingsea.
They had both suffered with the storms of a week earlier.
Rowley loved Clacton and became very excited by walking under the pier. I was fascinated by the Oysters growing on the concrete plinths, although the photo I took was a bit out of focus.
Brightlingsea had suffered more from the storm, with flooding, which devastated the beach road. Many of the Beach Huts were at strange angles and in places there were little groups that had been swept from the foundations.
I was talking to a man, who was walking his dog and looking at one of the gaps, where a Hut had been. He told me it had been his family's Hut since he was 7, he must have been around 50 years old now. He was very sad, as it had been washed across the playing fields and was languishing, upside down at the bottom of a pile stacked up against a Skip.
So sad, all those happy memories and now their special place is lost.
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