Living in England has forced me to appreciate beaches out of season…in fact I don’t like beaches here in the summer because they are usually packed, and yet the water is still too cold! Nowadays I’ll take a good old gray beach on a winter or autumnal morning anyday. Last weekend we were visiting family out of town, and went for a brisk stroll along the beach on Mersea Island. I’d never been there before despite its close proximity to Colchester (where I lived for 2 years), and was excited to see the beach was lined with these fabulously quaint pastel beach huts which are perfectly maintained. David’s Uncle owns one (it’s pink!) and was there to show us the full benefits of having a little room on the beach, with a hot steaming cup of tea.
- November 18, 2009