ᘞ and cockle shells

not far from my house,

a fourteen minute stroll,

is the old part of Leigh-on-Sea:

walking behind the cockle sheds:

old style fonts and shiny yatch varnish:

history and weatherboarded cottages:

fishing and shellfish:

this old place is mentioned in the Doomesday book:

cocklers supplying the restaurants of the land:

cobbled streets and memories of climbing shell mountains:

I dropped in to see my friend Richard:

always inviting and his shop full of gorgeous ceramics:

past boats and masts on the estuary:

quiet and still until the tide:

to Sara's tea garden for a ploughmans:

pot of tea, ozone and vitamin D: