Tag Archives: Mersea

Man The Lifeboats!

December 6, 2024 · by · in Society, Travel · Leave a comment

I know the title should have been “Person The Lifeboats” but it doesn’t flow off the tongue the same way. Rest assured I wasn’t trying to be sexist. It is Flashback Friday though, so we don’t we head back to what was posted here on December 6, 2014. I was flabbergasted at the words of […]

A Hobbit Flashback of Sorts

September 20, 2024 · by · in Travel · 1 Comment

I’ve been a big Lord of the Rings fan since I first read the book in 1966, I never thought I’d spend time in a barrow though, as I did in England in 2014. On this Flashback Friday we look back ten years ago today. When my friend Peter suggested we visit his family in […]

An Unusual Grave

May 20, 2022 · by · in Society, Travel · Leave a comment

Welcome to re-run time. Some of my favorite posts, mostly older and travel related, while I myself am on the road. Sometimes it isn’t the big tourist attractions that strike you. I had never heard of East Mersea before 2014, but found it an intriguing place to visit. I have mentioned that it is my […]

What Are We Afraid Of?

November 2, 2018 · by · in Religion, Society, Travel · Leave a comment

I’m feeling indecisive this morning; can’t decide what today’s post should be. So I’ve decided to share this one again, originally posted in November 2014. I have mentioned that it is my custom to attend church on Sunday wherever I may find myself, which explains why I was at St. Edmund’s Church in the British […]

Different Approaches

December 6, 2014 · by · in Travel · Leave a comment

I was flabbergasted at the words of the British woman who was showing me around the lifeboat station. We were in the English town of West Mersea, and there was an open house at the local station of the Royal National Lifeboat Institution. Never having been in such a place before (Ottawa is a long […]

What Are We Afraid Of?

November 16, 2014 · by · in Travel · 1 Comment

I have mentioned that it is my custom to attend church on Sunday wherever I may find myself, which explains why I was at St. Edmund’s Church in the British village of East Mersea on a July evening for evensong. We had skipped going in the morning service as our hosts wanted us to see […]