My relationship is a long distance relationship. I live in Edinburgh and my lovely boyfriend lives in Chelmsford. He usually comes here, but sometimes I go there. I went there last week for a few days. I wasn’t particularly well; I had a nasty cold and so we didn’t do much. Also, the weather was pish for the first couple of days. But it picked up on Sunday and we went to Brightlingsea
where unfortunately they appeared to be having a festival of flies. We got nice chips and ate them on the seafront. The beach huts are very pretty
and we had a look online when we got back to see how much they go for. At least £15k seems to be about the going rate.
We walked past this building which was so striking with its rusty colours.
Then we went over to Mersea Island where the flies were less numerous and the beach huts were prettier.
They look like sugared almonds.
The tide was over the causeway as we were leaving so we had to wait a while for it to clear.
I still wasn’t feeling at all well so we went home and sat out in the garden. Boris, the most beautiful but the laziest cat in the whole world dragged himself from his indoor bed(s) to come and see us.
And then he took himself off to the bird table.
Unfortunately I still wasn’t well the next day and I made the mistake of sitting in the garden and then falling asleep without sunscreen. I’m one of the pale blue people and I’m usually very careful in the sun, and I burned myself so badly it still hurts today. My face looked like a traffic light, my decolletage is still hot to the touch and my legs have blistered. What a fud. So yeah, with that, and the nasty cold which still hasn’t gone away, I wasn’t at my best, but it was great to have a week off work, some time with my lovely boyfriend, and of course some time with Boris.