Orange County

I’ve always had a lot of time for Essex. It’s not all Humvees and spraytans the colour of Cheesy Wotsits, as a trip to Maldon proves. It’s a sort of Aldeburgh lite – without those braying men in pink cords and their Boden-ed families. Weatherboarded shacks a-plenty, barges with sails the colour of a hankie that’s just stemmed a nosebleed. Ice cream. Whimbrels whistling somewhere over there. Oh, and the best fish and chips I’ve eaten outside of Yorkshire.


About teninchwheels

Designer, photographer and Vespa-fixated pub bore. Born in Yorkshire, living in that London these past 20 years. Get in touch at, especially if you'd like to send me some free beer.
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