Painting and drawing by my brother Colin Grimes of the marshes that surrounded our house in Essex during the late 40s. It was a place of great solitude then,not a power boat within sight or earshot and even the road crossing the creeks to nearby Mersea Island was usually empty,so much so that we sometimes sailed a homemade land yacht on it.totally magic and never forgotten except for the odd person who didn't like mud...(never understood that)
