Just about right

It takes a while to find nooks and crannies that personalise a place. And it takes a vehicle – be it a car, a bike or just a sturdy pair of legs. There is a lot I still miss about Lancaster – good public transport, mostly; and that friendly northern accent. But I’ve managed to find a good running spot less than a quarter of a mile from where I live. A nice open field, with a running track that lead onto public footpaths on both sides, should one wish to run off the metaphorical beaten path. And with a brilliant view like this to cool down to…

… maybe it’s not all murky down south.

Speaking of murky, and water, at that, I used to take the bus out to Morecambe when I was in Lancaster on particularly fine days, and just sit and read. There were always people milling about, because even at its worst Morecambe always functioned as a seaside resort of sorts. Kingsland Beach in West Mersea is different – the beach is much, much quieter, you can walk right down to the muddy bits, and bar dog walkers or people doing exactly what you were wanting to do – read or take a breather – there isn’t much there. I think I’ve found my new spot.

This was taken with my N73, then edited in Adobe Lightroom to give a direct positive effect.

Rowhedge, on the hand, isn’t as far as Mersea, and reminds me a lot of Wivenhoe. This is not surprising, as the river Colne divides them. The waterfront houses look enticing, but then again this is summer. I am told there are many villages like this around Colchester and Clacton, but as we are on the East Coast, getting a sunset-over-water picture is quite hard. Alternatively one could still go chasing sunrises, but these days, 6am is way too early a start.

I think I know someone who likes boats