We could only get so far along the seawall one way before retracing our steps - the houses along here have large gardens running down to the beach with walls stopping any further progress. Finn did get a bit of a paddle - in mud. It honestly looked like sand which is why I let him off the lead. I soon wished I hadn't!
It was pretty bleak as we headed out towards Bradwell - and was getting steadily cooler and greyer, so we didn't hang about. It was lovely and quiet - we didn't see any other walkers - and very atmospheric. I almost expected to bump into Magwitch, the escaped convict from Dickens' Great Expectations - but on re-reading the opening chapters on my return home, it turns out that he met Pip on the Kent marshes and I was in the wrong county for that!
The houses and farms around here are enormous, but I just couldn't imagine living out here - it's just too bleak. That's not to say it was unattractive, but I just don't think I could be that much of a hermit.
I was pretty powerless to keep Finn out of the mud and he was disgusting by the end of our walk - so much so that I had to shut him in the boot of the car while I headed into the caravan to get his shampoo to give him a bath. Bloody dog!
Have you ever seen such a pathetic face?!
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