Well, on Thursday I went to the place mentioned in the title and posted two blogs about my journey. I know, I know, WP recommends regular blogging habits for a success it has yet to define and my irregularity has become the most notable thing about my blogging life. But hey, life is too short to obey rules for a success I don’t even begin to understand.
If you want the details, read the last two posts. If you do, you’ll learn I had an unexpected delay and so time to kill at Thorpe-le-Soken where I had anticipated a dash across the platform to get the connecting train. Admittedly I had imagined a bigger platform. Waterloo it ain’t.
Walton-on-the-Naze is by the sea, just up the coast from Frinton where, if memory serves, I spent at least one holiday as a small child with my parents, sister, great aunt, her daughter and grand daughter Alison. Under Alison’s supervision we dug man traps on the beach but I don’t think we caught anyone. Alison is now a successful (not a WP definition) artist based at Southwold. Frinton’s station platform was colourful.
Anyway. Walton. In a word, lovely. Despite the delay. First impressions entirely positive.
As indeed were second impressions. I was already wondering bow much an out of season self catering weekend rental would be. In case you’re interested, I still haven’t found out. And would cats be welcome?
I did eventually find the Nature Trail, though the Second World War dominated for a while. There were several uncertain moments, and one or two where I felt unwelcome, but the landscape, the scenery was enough to make me content.
To say I was a happy bunny would be something of an understatement. The weather was fabulous, the view beyond splendid. OK no wildlife, or at least less than I had hoped for, but golly as a place to spend a Thursday afternoon in September it was pretty good. I mean just look at these, wouldn’t you want to be there?
After eating a bag of wonderfully hot chips, I had a stroll along the sands, passing under the pier and headed for the station and London.