One thought which had crossed my mind while taking pics around the beach huts on Saturday - before I took a tumble instead - was to demonstrate the ludicrous over-Photoshopping of the cover image on this recent issue of Essex Life magazine.
Not only the 'upgrading' of the huts themselves from pastel to vibrant colours, and the improbably royal blue sky, but the very sand itself, which has been transformed from gritty undulations, with bands of washed-up shells and seaweed, into some tropical-paradise-effect flawless golden expanse.
So silly. And as futile as the manipulation of models on fashion magazines - excising all trace of character and individuality, and creating expectations of perfection which are destined to be dashed when reality is encountered in the cold (damp, windy) light of day. Why do they bother?
It's nice here. It isn't perfect. It isn't a Mediterranean resort. But it's still nice. Just as it is.
MISTLES AFTER THE ROWANS
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