On Sunday, I visited a nearby coastal town called Frinton. I’d heard about it from a friend at work and decided to take a visit while I had nothing better to do.
Above the promenade was a large open grass plane.
Which every so often had a small hut or bench dotted along it.
Stairs led me down to the promenade, which was lined with loads of vibrantly painted beach huts.
Amongst my favourites were these two.
The weather was nice and I was loving being by the sea so I walked and walked…and walked…
Much worth a visit, Frinton knocks the socks off Clacton and is a great day out for when the sunshine shows it’s face.
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