Saturday and instead of Cuckoo Farm the venue was Essex Uni for a first stop on the Uni taster day circuit for middle Bureboy, Geo Man. The brutalist concrete late sixties feel has been built on a bit now but the iconic towers still stand, and still sway just a little in a big wind. Rayleigh, Tawney, William Morris et al.
The SU bar has changed a bit, and Abbot is no longer 33p a pint. Just had to relive all misty eyed the Iggy Pop gig, and me and Dave Nurse having a pint with John Peel when Misty in Roots blew us out. The stage was not pitted off, and we would cram to the front of the stage, which was at about waist height and jump on the stage at the end to nick the set lists. or stand almost in the huge bass bins. Whistling ears for days.
Tour done and after a busted handbrake cable took Geo Man for further nostalgic wallow on the front at Wivenhoe, in the glorious low, pre-clock change afternoon light.
Cook's Jetty and yuppy flats. Rowhedge in the distance
Navigation marker, tidal barrier
Looking down the Colne
Still a working port despite the boho invasion
Up into West and Alma Streets and poking my nose into some windows. Treasure within.
This is the money shot......
Bookish and proud.
Slightly less revealed here.
Down the hill and on to the front again. Hauled out for the winter
Rose and Crown to the right. Awful Southwold, weak post mix coke. As the Essex Scribbler later said: It's a dreadful pub in a great position. Go to the Black Buoy, miles better. Greyhound is alright too.
Back to check the Bureboy waggon hadn't rolled handbrake-less into the Colne. More widow snooping.
And a very pumpkin like buoy, complete with artisinal barnacles..
Chichester tomorrow for History Man Hen's Graduation pre-loading