The missus and I shot down to the coast yesterday. Don't get excited; it was only the coast of the Thames Estuary in Essex. The weather has taken a turn for the better over the last couple of days, so we thought we'd make the best of it buying staring at oil tankers entering Canvey and Tilbury.
While this might not sound too glam, the light yesterday was spectacular - worthy of the Pacific coast of California. Everything, from the most dangerous-looking and prosaic pub to the morbidly-obese locals, looked fabulous. We had a good old 3-hour march, stopping only for a lunch of pumpernickel bread and cheese on the beach. Lovely.
From there it was home on the train through Essex to east London. The light maintained its peerless form all the way. I swear to Christ that Benfleet looked like Providence, Rhode Island when the train rolled in there. There were dozen of brightly-coloured fishing boats all lined up along the sea wall next to the station. All bobbing along in jolly harmony. It was wonderful.
From there it was home on the train through Essex to east London. The light maintained its peerless form all the way. I swear to Christ that Benfleet looked like Providence, Rhode Island when the train rolled in there. There were dozen of brightly-coloured fishing boats all lined up along the sea wall next to the station. All bobbing along in jolly harmony. It was wonderful.
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