everyday is like sunday

Southend-On-Sea. Grey skies and a filter over the sun. Faded former glories, quaint and eccentric Englishness…..

Inside my head I am thinking of the line: the coastal town they forgot to close down. In January everything is shut until the season gets in full swing. Bolted doors, padlocked fun parks….

the beauty and the ugliness

and some delightful splashes of colour. Not to mention excellent chips with a cup of tea. Hair dangled in it is optional.