Over in Osea
Essex estuaries


A camping weekend with old, old friends, by the Blackwater estuary in Essex. A long drive for us from the west, but worth the effort.


A new part of the world for me, I’ve never explored much of the Essex coast despite living not that far from it during my years in Cambridge and Harlow and London. Anyway, I’ve been there now, and it’s very nice.


Camping means rounders and swingball and badminton and gathering closer round the fire as the evening grows dim. Gathering closer with any other people at all felt strange and unexpectedly momentous, given, you know, everything.


Filed under: places
(3 August 2021)