The first evening we came in to Burnham-on-Crouch, My Beloved Brit’s old sailing haunt, we were two beats ahead of showers. It was wonderful coming around the corner in the familiar village.

One of the first things we did was drop off our luggage at the Inn and walk down to the seawall for a stroll…lovely as ever.

MBB will be sailing this weekend in Burnham with all his mates, while I take the train in to London to witness the Diamond Jubilee celebration there.  We will both be very happy even though it has gotten quite a bit cooler and there is some rain predicted.  It is, after all, the grey country.