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.

Burnham-On-Crouch...the high street. photo by me

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.

The Crouch River escaping the storm. photo by me.

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.

The marina stands ready for the weekend races. Photo by me.