On New Years Day, hubby and I packed up the pooch and a picnic of leftover festive food and jumped in the car with one place in mind.
The weather was dreary but our spirits were high as we headed toward our nearest stretch of British beach… Frinton-on-Sea.
We first discovered Frinton-on-Sea last winter, when seeking somewhere completely different to take Ted on a long walk and brush off the Christmas cobwebs.
Dogs aren’t allowed on most public beaches between March and September, but outside of these months the long stretch of sand at Frinton-on-Sea becomes a veritable playground for our four-legged friends.
We park along the small high street – named Connaught Avenue – which is filled with coffee shops, quaint restaurants and little knick-knack shops, and grab a couple of coffees from Harry’s to take with us onto the breezy beach below.
Frinton-on-Sea has a very different feel to other British seaside towns and beaches.
In the first half of the 20th century, Frinton-on-Sea attracted visitors from high society and the town continues to uphold an air of class and sophistication today.
You won’t find a chain restaurant, ice cream stand, arcade or pier in sight.
The high street boasts just a single pub, and even the fish and chip restaurant is upmarket, welcoming eat-in diners only.
Frinton-on-Sea feels more like a 1920’s home town than a seaside resort.
The sense of community envelopes you; as refreshing and all-encompassing as the sea breeze itself.
We’re blown towards the sandy stretch as the clouds part, gifting us a window of brief brightness .
But as quickly as the sky brightens, it darkens again. The only guarantee with British weather is that there are no guarantees!
Ted doesn’t mind the darkening skies, and there’s nothing quite like seeing how excited he gets when those paws are first let loose on the sand.
We walk the length of the beach; quiet, calm and peaceful.
Horses frolic in the sea, making the most of the empty sands.
There’s nothing quite like a British beach in winter. There’s a magic to it that can’t be accurately described; only experienced.
With Ted suitably soaked, we wrap up our walk and head back to the warmth of the car.
If, like me, you live in Hertfordshire or are based in Essex, Frinton-on-Sea is a beautiful seaside town that’s just begging to be visited.
I personally love the beach in winter as its quiet and dog friendly.
But then again, it does look like this in summer…
If you haven’t done so already, visit Frinton-on-Sea this year. Just don’t tell everyone…