Last week Maureen and I drove down to Southend, to pay a visit to Southchurch Park. I wanted to see if anything had changed, or there were details I had overlooked when writing ‘Out of Essex’.
The overriding impression was of a quiet space where people walk their dogs and gulls flock. Low-key, open vistas, trees and grass and water. And good, cheap tea in the café. 80 pence for a decent-sized mug. And cake. Of course. Would have been rude not to. So British.
I loved it that not a soul in the place had any idea that they were promenading in a location that sits at the centre of a book about weaning our world away from the virus that is money. Maybe, one day, they will watch Southchurch Park on a cinema screen. It’s a possibility that I keep close to my heart.
These pics give a flavour of the place.
The one below shows the sea wall at the end.