On the road to Mersea Island on the east coast. Marshes are on the right,the house on the left is where we lived in the late 40s. On high tides the sea would be just a few yards from the front door and I have sailed my boat across the road!In the heavy winter of 1947 a snow drift covered the front of the house right up to the upstairs windows due to the heavy winds and all was dark inside.
We were cut off for a while until the road was cleared, the marshes opposite were covered in thick ice bought in by the tide..
There's something almost Dickensian about this scene. It must have been an incredible sight during that winter of 1947....at least, from the upstairs!
ReplyDeleteThat's surely a modern photo!I remember that winter well. I don't think anyone blamed it on climate change!
ReplyDeleteYes in the 40s it was very Dickension with no post war building and very little traffic passing by.surrounded by marshes and sea fogs a bit like a scene from "Great Expectations"!
ReplyDeleteYes BB, photo taken yesterday by a friend from her car on the way to the island.
in my PICK-UP Gee..:-))
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xx Pearl
Gerald, there is something about living so close to impending floods and high tides that keeps you on your toes.. ha ha... We live merely metres from the creek, and it is said that you know we've had a lot of rain when the chickens sit on their perches and don't come down for days. In the past two days, we've had 78cm of rain. Not sure how that rates with where you are?
ReplyDeleteOddly enough we never got flooded in the house and had left by the great floods of early 50s.But where I am now,high in the Somerset hills my kitchen goes under water from the rain at the drop of a hat. This year an exception touch wood. xx
ReplyDeleteThat's one of the most atmospheric photos I've seen around Blogland lately; it tells a complete story in one fell swoop. Thanks for such a feast for the eyes.
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