Photo's added to flickr. I have 'dead time' to occupy before leaving the UK! When my brain goes down the drain, trying to learn Spanish, Mayan and how to teach English, I make visits to my past.
Dear old Queen Victoria, the lady who put Southend-on-Sea on the tourist map is in danger of falling from her plinth, as the cliff side upon which she stands, slides slowly into the sea. Strangely fitting when one considers the fact that the architectural beauty of the town has been replaced by concrete and glass monstrosities.
Why have lamp poles turned on during the day?
The Sea Scout hut on the bank of Benfleet Creek is long gone: RIP.
In memory of T. Lobsang Rampa - The Spook becomes ever more invisible!
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