A stolen hour

The tide goes so far out in Southend-on-Sea that it is a rare day that you can walk along the water’s edge. Even more unlikely is the sound of the surf slapping onto the sand, like you really were on a bona fide beach, not merely the estuarine edgelands of the Old Man River Thames.

Today there were both those things; the double whammy transported me.

Posted on February 21, 2012, in Be not idle, Biophilia, Photography and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Cockles! I’d have eaten them.

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