Last week, after an exhausting weekend at The Yoga Show, on Tuesday Hannah and I went for a day out at the seaside. We decided to go to Frinton-on-Sea, which is a little town near to Clacton (in Essex). Frinton became rather famous a few years ago, when the first pub opened there in 2000. There were rather a lot of people who protested against it, but it’s there all the same. There was also a BBC documentary about the people in the town who were protesting against the installation of new level crossing barriers. They like to protest there, apparently.
The reason for all this protesting is that they are trying to keep Frinton from becoming a traditional, tacky seaside town. There’s not really anything wrong with the tackiness of a place like Clacton or Cleethorpes, they have their place, but it is nice to wander around Frinton and see how unspoiled it is. I have only ever been this one time, and obviously it’s very much in the off-season now, but that made it even nicer. Freezing cold and with hardly anyone around. Lovely.
We met a dog called Max, and so I had to take loads of photos of him.
We also went paddling. It was ridiculously cold. The North Sea at the end of October, I suppose it would have to be. It was fun though!
We also did some jumping. The responsibility for Hannah’s being a bit rubbish is mine entirely. For some reason I couldn’t get the timing right and kept missing the actual jump.
We headed up to the town for a browse and a cup of tea. Except Hannah doesn’t drink tea and I had a milkshake in the end.
And then back to the beach for a few shots as the sun dipped down.
Additional photos are by Hannah.