Today the Essex girl returned to an old haunt from her childhood days. I was transported back to the 50s and 60s on a visit to Mersea Island where my parents took me as a child. Not a lot appears to have changed since. Now much of East Mersea seems to be a wildlife haven where peace and tranquility co-exist with easy coastal walks and delightful views. The beach in the village does not seem so great but if it was I guess the place would be teeming with day-trippers. I quite liked things the way they were - especially with the pretty beach huts lining the sea front. They even matched my tee-shirt.
