Burham. Oh, dear Burnham.
No visit to England can happen anymore without a visit to Burnham-on-Crouch, that tiny hamlet in Essex, so near the North Sea that the Crouch is mostly saltwater.
Last time I visited, I hardly had time to walk around town, so this time, I made sure I had plenty of sleep the night before, an early start, and a few hours to walk around before meeting Kathy and Derek for lunch.
I took the Tube to Liverpool Street Station. When I stepped out, it was like I'd never left. I knew exactly where to go.
|Burnham Rail Station|
I set off down the High Street, which hasn't changed too much since 2005 or 2016.
|To the right is the co-op where I did my grocery shopping.|
|Savages has not changed ONE BIT and this makes me so happy.|
|Burnham, too, was all decked out for Jubilee.|
|The cinema is still running!|
|This has always been an antique store.|
|The Cabin Dairy Tea Rooms lives on.|
|I think this is new.|
I wandered along the quay (that's "key") and breathed in the fresh air. The houseboats remain--some still occupied, others left to rust and flounder.
|Happy, happy, happy lady.|
|I took a picture of this very sign, in this|
very window, in 2004. I am ridiculously
pleased that it is still there.
|The White Harte, where I would later|
meet up with Kathy and Derek.
|This charity shop has been run by many|
different charities, but it is still there.
|I fell in love with this print, but alas, the|
shop was closed on Wednesdays! Happily,
I found the artist on Etsy and bought one
when I got home.
I left the main part of town to walk to St. Mary's, a medieval church. Back in my time at St. Peter's High School, I did a reading at the Christmas programme from the pulpit there.
|I read from there.|
|Again, the second floor is the third floor.|
I will forever love the British and laugh at
their absurdities. Fondly.
My room was serviceable. The bathroom was teeny-tiny (to my immediate right in this pic), but the room itself had enough room to turn around in.
I had one more full day in London, and some ideas of how I wanted to spend it. It would require a lot of walking, and I had walked a ton in Burnham. So it was off to the shower, then to bed.
Why does my time in England always fly by too fast?!