Friday, 25 April 2014


Another in the series Travels with my architect

A semi-sunny day, Trevor and I travelled through the yellow rape fields of east Essex to the coast, to Jaywick.

down the Broadway Jaywick

Jaywick, planned in the 1930’s as a holiday village for Londoners and now on record as one of the most deprived places in England.

We had a jolly time.
Parking easily we headed down the Broadway, the main street and into the arms of Phrills Diner. We chatted with Mr and Mrs Phrills, their excellent establishment is open all year round “for our regulars” said Mrs P.
 . . .and into the arms of Phrills Diner

After a sausage sandwich (me) and egg and bacon sandwich (Trevor) we strolled down the Broadway, admiring the architecture, T taking many photographs.

Eventually out onto the sands, clouds scudding across the sky, a multitude telegraph wires and sand blown across the roads and walkways.  A wide clean sandy beach and quite unspoilt.
A wide beach quite unspoilt

Friendly locals responded to greetings from two odd strangers, one bearing a Moleskine the other a huge camera. However Jaywick has become a bit of a mecca for writers and filmmakers because of isolation and despair (and strange) disposition.

Back along a narrow promenade, towards our car, we stopped coffee and bourbon biscuits at LJ’s Beach Bar. Another good chinwag, with the LJ’s, Mrs was polishing the already spotless counter and Mr was perfecting his cheese toastie for intended for Mrs LJ.

We headed to the south-western outskirts to the Martello Holiday Park, acres and acres of trailer homes with shops and laundrette and key-pad gates; a complete city-state.
Inside Mr LJ was making cheese toasties

Jaywick’s very own Martello Tower, thoughtfully refurbished in 2005, afforded fine views out to sea, I suppose in the direction of Belgium, inland we gazed out over the roof tops of trailer homes and mused it would be a great place for a spy to hole up.

The sun was now out and the ice cream van had kindly parked right next to us so we were really obliged to relish a Ninety-nine Flake before heading home not before buying some lovely free-range eggs on the way out.

 Wikipedia: The village of Jaywick was planned by Frank Stedman as a cheap holiday retreat for Londoners in the 1930s. Many of the original houses became permanent residences, and the population now includes large numbers of retired and working people. A 2009 report found that four out of Eastern England's ten cheapest streets in which to buy property are in Jaywick, with property on Tamarisk Way selling for an average of £44,050

No comments:

Post a Comment

Thank you very much for your comments - Tim