The goal was to visit Mersea. The idea to bike was Hannah’s. Something I had temporarily forgotten was possible. From door to door, the route was a little over 10 miles. 20 round trip.
The Ride
On a Monday afternoon, the pathway was deserted. Small outcrops with benches would make themselves apparent every now and again. We took the opportunity to watch the varying styles of boats that harbored in the bay and random other oddities around the bridge.
Mersea
The little restaurant seemed out of place. Or maybe not. It all reminded me of my days in Portugal. Slow. A place that let ones sensory relax.
Shipping containers, gutted and retrofitted, provided shelter from incessant wind. Something we didn’t notice until met with the severe silence from the lack of it. The lack The metal walls of the shipping container had been sawed off, replaced with large windows, allowing the sun in and us to gaze out. I felt
In a place void of many people this seemed to be the small heart of the surrounding area. Everything was slow. People talked quietly, and not fast as if they were their was a goal to be had or someone needing informing. Conversations seemed to happen a bit more listlessly here.
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