On a Sunday
It was Father's Day. I've certainly been to more remote islands and dare I say, more beautiful ones.
But Mersea has merit.
It's a very short drive away and I do so love a causeway island, the thrill of driving along the narrow road as the water begins to rise. The excitement of being cut off from the mainland. Isolation so close to urbanity. It's a wonderful feeling.
There are painted beach huts, the glitter and crunch of oyster shells galore and a the beach is dog friendly.
The highlight was stone skimming.
The Technical Advisor excelled himself and under his patient tutelage all three of us mastered the art.
We were mesmerised as the flat stones skipped across the water and for those few brief hours on Mersea we felt ourselves a thousand miles away.