Dreaming Again

I never cease to be excited by the ever changing scenery beside the River Crouch at Hullbridge. Sunrise and sunset, ebb and flow, whispering winds, swans, boats and people; the passing of the seasons; colours, light and shade; clouds, bright and fluffy, clear blue sky; falling leaves and black mud - these are the riches of this very special place.

Hullbridge is a slumber land for dreamers – dreamers like me. Yachts restlessly wriggle on the falling tide; then sleepily they rest until awakened by the urgent flood. They strain at their moorings, longing to be off, longing to curtsy in response to the wind; longing for fulfilment, just to be what they were meant to be: pleasers and charmers, dancers of the sea. Moonshine, shadows, sparkling stars; spindrift, spray, rainbow light; these are jewels of joy they bring.

My excitement is heightened by the imminent arrival of ‘Minnow’, a magical mistress seeking a new master who will cosset her; one who will dress her and make her fit for purpose. She is not the prettiest Essex girl, but she has inner strength; beneath her scars she has character and dignity and fidelity. She will satisfy her owner, and he will be content.