We took a trip along the coast last weekend, firstly stopping at Southend.
We trundled along to Leigh-on-Sea and ate the best cockles I’ve ever had, but the wind was fierce and soon we went home.
The next day we came back to explore Westcliffe-on-Sea and Thorpe Bay
I taught hubby about the wonders of seaglass and once explained he was off like a rocket picking up pieces as he walked, although once I’d got my eye in, I was able to keep up. You should have seen how pleased he was with himself when he handed me the tiny blue piece of sand worn glass.
And as we walked back to the car, the beauty of the beach huts. Tiny huts and wider huts, new huts and old, painted in seaglass whites, greens and blues.