The Salting Diner. This clearly isn't used often and very overgrown.
After trudging through heavy and overgrown grass I get to cross over a muddy dyke via a wobbly plank that doubles as a bridge. Worried I may fall into the gloop.
Brandy Hole and its moorings and I am back on track.
I come across Brandy Hole Oyster Co.
Oysters have been harvested from the River Crouch for over two thousand years. Romans loved oysters, particularly the ones from the Essex creeks.
It is said the benefactor who first ate an oyster was a slave, who as punishment was forced by an early Roman emperor to eat a dozen or so. The look of ecstasy on the slave's face so intrigued the emperor he partook of that same punishment.
In the 1800's over 200 boats and 500 workers were working the river, which helped keep the perfect conditions for breeding the Native Oysters (Ostrea edulis). Over 20,000 Bushels were taken to London each season, as well as exported to France & Holland.
I leave the mooring and follow the footpath along the sea wall.
Shangri-La Caravan park and back up onto the seawall.
|100 yr old boat|
|Marsh Farm across the river at South Woodham Ferrers|
The Anchor Pub.
and The Smugglers Den (members only). Both overlook the river and have external drinking facilities.
The Smugglers Den, not knowing it was a members only club. But I got served a IPA and drank this by the water edge. Only found out when I got home its a members club .
I continue on my way following the path along the river.
I have never seen so many Little Egrets in one place as I have here.
|First sign of Autumn approaching|
The old timber bridge was replaced by an iron structure in 1856, but this was destroyed when it was struck by a large steam traction engine, and the present structure was erected in 1872.
Muggeridge Farm full of more antiques.
motorcycle museum was closed, this apparently opens on Sunday.
The Hawk PH for a Adnams Southwold Bitter before crossing the road to Battlebridge Station.