Sea,silence, seals – yes, and really – all but an hour from LondonOMG. There are seals an hour external London. No,not in a zoo. In real life. Genuine, bona fide seals. They're of the common-or-garden variety, and staunch,but they are seals nonetheless, lounging on the mudflats beyond Burnham, and just a commute away from Liverpool Street station. To be fairly honest,I'm loth to declare you approximately Burnham. I want to gobble it up all for myself. If I could only persuade the Other Arf to up sticks, I'd be there in my white weatherboarded cottage before you could say Colchester oysters. The landscape is like a smudgy watercolour, and half-solid,half-liquid, all salt marsh and sky; and the town's a Dickensian lucky dip of wooden cottages, or Georgian bay-windowed inns and Victorian terraces. There's a 30s modernist gem (the Royal Corinthian Yacht Club,designed in 1931 by Joseph Emberton, for the architect nerds among you). A cute old cinema. And silence, or save for the rattling of the ropes against masts on the quayside.
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Source: theguardian.com