The weekend before the start of the lockdown (aka Final Countdown of possibly The Big Gundown) we walked from Wrabness to Manningtree, part of the Essex Way, though we strayed from that route from time to time. We knew that we'd strayed, we just didn't know how to get back on it.
There was plenty of social isolating going on, though dogs still have to be walked, children too, apparently.
There was all kinds of cool stuff; flotsam and/or jetsam
and a shipwreck
And of course things were already getting a bit frantic in the supermarkets, but there on the beach at Wrabness you could pick up an oyster or two and take it home for domestic enjoyment. What’s a good walk without a bit of foraging? And the thing about foraging is – you don’t have to stand in a queue.
The guys in the pub at Mistley were obviously a bit sour:
And it took a surprisingly long time – four hours to walk 6 and a half miles. But once home the oysters did the job they were supposed to do.
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