Sherlock, reliably, woke us up horrifically early, and was only pacified by offerings of food and drink for a very short while.
We dragged John out of bed, stuck him on his bike, mounted up on mine and....got as far as The City. Where we stopped for coffee and food, given John had woken up, and it was definitely going to be a multiple-coffee sort of day.
It was nice being out so early, passing all of the sights in London with the roads virtually to ourselves.
Then, with the sun already beating down on us, we were off.
It was still surprisingly quiet when we reached our destination - Southend. Home of the cockney beach-goer ;)
The water was flat calm - we'd actually arrived at slack water, so even flatter than it was the rest of the time.
We walked out on the pier - here it is from the end.
I would've gone shirtless, were it not for my war-wounds from Maftet... (I mean, given Mycroft was miles away, he'd never have known! I was already in the full shorts-flip-flops-shirt mode ;) )
|1.34 Miles of Pier.|
It went significantly better than his conversation with the fisherman...
"What are you trying to catch?"
"How do you catch one of those?"
-Fisherman explains his bait, pulls it all out of the water, shows Sherlock lead weights, bait attached every foot or so, explains what each bit is, then casts back out again.
Sherlock waits for about 30 seconds then says "Can you stop talking about it and catch one now please?"
...the fisherman failed to produce. Sherlock was unimpressed.
We could also just make out the Sea Forts, in amongst a wind farm - although you'll have to trust me on that as they don't show up in the pictures.
But sadly we couldn't see the wreck Sherlock wanted to, because it was too far away and the shipping lane was really busy.
Finally, after all the fun of the pier, we headed back to shore on the train, with the promise of walking on the beach and eating ice-cream and fish and chips and things. And eventually, once John's ears were pink and he swore he could see me tanning in front of his eyes, we headed home.
|A hovercraft (not full of eels), some fishermen (not catching anything) and a sign the lifeboat crew may regret.|
(Bonus points for the song connection to today's blog.)